To the man.
To the man that loves his daughters unconditionally.
To the man that knew I hated to walk if I could be carried.
To the man that thought matching neon swimsuits were a great idea for Disney Land.
To the man that makes all of us laugh daily.
To the man that quotes The Simpsons with me, eats ice cream with a fork, watched and explained baseball with us, and is the reason I have such a dry sense of humour.
Happy Birthday, dad!