Anything that my dad has introduced me to or shown me I've always grown to like. Whether it be going to our favorite lunch spot, introducing me to "old music", or even places abroad. He always wanted us to get to experience things that he was never able to at our age. He has shown me the world (literally) and I see more and more how I must reflect so much of him in everything I do and like. Unfortunately he has always been outnumbered in our house with all women including our animals, couldn't even catch a break there. He would play Pink Floyd and The Rolling Stones and I'd be right there with him singing along. There was almost a worn out spot on our couch from when we would sit together and watch the Buckeyes do work every college football season. So basically it's safe to say that I almost look like his "son" sometimes...

1. Music Taste

Anything from the 60s-80s you would see me belt out in the car with him driving and just butchering every which way he could. As a graduation gift we went to see The Rolling Stones in Buffalo which was basically a religious experience for us all and wreaking of weed as we left. #FatherDaughterGoals

2. Vinyl

Once you listen to the way music sounds playing from a record player it makes you think you're 1) really hipster and cool 2) live in the wrong decade

3. Baseball Games

NO OTHER DAD in their right mind of course would listen to a sixth grade Lindsay and leave a sox game to bring me to a middle school dance... but John is seriously one in a ~million~

4. College Football

From watching games played on this field to somehow being bamfy enough to make it onto the field with you was better than an acceptance (still waiting on that...)

5. Love Of Travel

Once you're able to experience life and culture outside of the U.S., no bone in your body wants to come back. I also don't think I could almost get arrested in the country of Montenegro with any other father when just trying to pee in a general store...

6. Food

No post soccer game Saturday was complete without a car ride filled with Fleetwood Mac driving to Super Duper Weenie

7. Comic Books

If you didn't like Marvel superheroes or Betty and Veronica theres a high chance I didn't like you at the age of nine

8. The City

My love of fashion was birthed here as well as my disgusting love for hot dogs and sourcrap (yes i thought thats what sauerkraut was called for a good six years of my life and YOU LET ME SAY IT TOO!)

9. Turkey Trot

As much as I love running and forcing you to run faster with me this tradition needs to both start up again but like my body just must be set on this date to become sick - sorry Dad, I swear I'm not lying.

10. Tee Ball

Last but not least one of the first signs I could be mistaken as your son - my hair was so short it almost looked like i was rocking a bowl cut and i might've but i made it work so thanks for supporting me.

Although you made us move around so much growing up it's made it easier to be able to make friends and authenticate myself. I thank you for not only all the memories we've shared but for always being my biggest supporter in anything I have ever tried or done. I love you JP.