Every Father's Day throughout the years has been filled with fun memories and sweet moments. However, I never understood the importance of honoring my dad and what he does for me. Until now, he has been some tall, goofball who told jokes all the time.
My dad was always the funny guy who would be a 30 years old (sometimes a 12 years old) forever. He played video games with my brother, took us on bike rides all the time, and would play every sport possible out on the front lawn with us. This is the dad that I got used to.
Whenever I would get in trouble, my mom would be yelling and making everything seem worse than it was. My dad would come at it from a different approach. He would sit me down and have a civilized conversation about what happened! (This was much appreciated by the way.)
Now I look back at my mistakes, my accomplishments, and my so-so moments, and I realized that my dad has been there for me no matter how badly I messed up; he has been there cheering for me during my greatest moments. The other day, my brother and I were asking my mom who we were most like in the family. My mom turned to me and said, "Booie, you are your father's daughter." And I wouldn't have it any other way.
So Happy Father's Day to all of the dads out there, but especially mine.