To the man that I can sit with at a bonfire
for hours upon hours, talking about nothing in particular
yet enjoying every minute of it.
To the man who taught me how to play baseball
and took the time to coach so I could get past my fears.
To the man who has supported pretty much everything I've ever done,
no matter how stupid or impossible it seemed (and sometimes truly was) at the time.
And to the man who never...
...opens his eyes in posed pictures.
Happy birthday, Dad!