We're usually not so into Hallmark-invented holidays around these parts, but I'll take any opportunity to express a little appreciation to a certain man in my life.
You know the one: my dad. Good old Dad. He's funny, he's laid-back, he always provided both financially and emotionally, he was around for us, he listened to us, and he loves my mom (even if I've never seen two adults drive each other crazy like they do). He's a pretty stellar guy when it comes down to it. When I was younger, we went on a few road trips, just the two of us. I remember one vividly: we ate a 20-pack of McNuggets and slept on the water bed at Grandma and Papa's apartment in Atlanta. Looking back, I really should've taken the opportunity to hang out with my dad more often when I lived at home. But some teenagers think their parents are the worst possible people in the entire world. I was not immune from that ridiculous perspective. Fortunately, I've matured, he's matured, and we're back to being friends because I think he's pretty swell.