Today's my dad's birthday. If you've been reading along for a while you know that he's a spectacularly great dad. Smart. Funny as hell. Handsome. Big bearded. Thoughtful. Quiet, too. A little intimidating to every boy I've ever dated (and I wouldn't have it any other way). But you knew all of this already.
One thing you don't know is that his childhood nickname for me was little shit. And if you knew me at 13, you'd know he was being generous. Thanks dad, for guiding me even when I was un-guidable. Happy birthday.