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!

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