If it weren’t for him, I would have never gained the nickname, The Good Child. It was always my father’s saying. It was also my father who joked around, convinced me of the darndest things (e.g. he used to hunt dinosaurs, but I mean, look at that guy below), negotiated, and taught me all the technical things that have helped mold me into me the creative I am today.
It was always him. And, it still is him. I am forever grateful to have him in my life as an adult. I am still learning from him. I still believe his childish “lies.” I love him.
Happy Father’s Day. I love you, dad. (We all do)!