Happy Birthday to you, dad.

I could write a long post about what an amazing dad you are.

But you’ve always been the type that doesn’t say too much, just enough. Less is more.

You said when you were proud, you didn’t even have to tell me when I disappointed, I knew.

It’s hard to sum up a lifetime of memories + good advice, but I have to tell you, two of my top memories came last August. One as we danced to My Girl together, you have sweet moves dad. And the other was just before you walked me down the aisle.  I was a bundle of nerves as I held your arm tight, and you looked at me and said “let’s do this”. Thanks for always being there by my side. I love you.

I raise my old fashioned to your manhattan.