Flag Day

This holiday probably means nothing to you, but to me it means a lot. My Dad shares his birthday with Flag Day. This year he turns 51. He was 19 years old when I was born and I wouldn't be who I am, without the guidance that I received from him. My Dad gave me the following things:

• my ears


• my height


• my sense of humor (funny or not, it's from him)


• my toes


• my hair


• my eyes


• my hands


• my conservative ideals


• my understanding that children need rules and regulations to feel safe


• my confidence


• the ability to make fun of myself (one of his best nicknames for me is "skinny", anyone that knows me knows that "skinny" is far from what I am)


• the ability to make fun of myself walks hand in hand with my self confidence


• the love I have for animals (our dog Pearl Jam was the best he drove to Atlanta to rescue her from some guy that kept her locked in a cage all the time. Also, one time I went on an incognito mission with him to scope out a mistreated dog that he later stole and gave to someone that would take proper care of it)


• stuff (car, house, ect.)


• love

Happy Birthday to the best Dad in the world. My Dad can beat up your dad.