Happy Father’s Day.
First of all, thanks for giving me your height. Sure, it’s a little annoying when I can never find jeans that are the right length, and when I wear heels I break into a new level of the atmosphere, but being tall is definitely something I’m grateful for. Mom sure as heck didn’t have anything to do with that.
I’m also glad you inspired me to take up photography. I’m sure had you not been so hellbent on taking 351243161 pictures of me in front of every castle, museum, historical marker, or mound of dirt we went to, I never would have caught the photo bug. But because of you, all those awesome travel memories are preserved on film, and I discovered a great passion.
I guess I’m pretty lucky that you’re a certified genius, too. I could have landed a Dad with no education. I wonder what childhood would have been like without all the random historical trivia and grammar lessons. I definitely wouldn’t have had to read Kafka’s Metamorphosis in the 3rd grade. I’m sure I’m better (and smarter) for it.
One thing is for certain, I wouldn’t have been raised overseas (because Mom never would have met you, and I never would have been born…or at least that’s how you guys told me it works…) My love and appreciation for all things travel no doubt comes directly from you, and life would be so boring if I didn’t have the desire to see and learn new things. I know that so many of my best qualities are from you, Dad, although I wish I would have inherited your awesome Goofy voice.
So, Happy Father’s Day Padre Mio! I love you and can’t wait to see you in a few weeks!