Today my dad turns 60, and while he's off frolicking on the island of Bon Air to celebrate, I'm celebrating the gifts he's given to me.
I've inherited some pretty obvious traits from my dad; his dark hair and
olive skin, his gift of gab, his ability to tell a blah story in an overly
zealous tone, his love for travel in the tropics, but most of all, his
undeniable zest for life.
My dad has taught me, not in so many words but in actions, that love is in life's little details; the warm egg muffin waiting for me after 2 hours of morning traffic, teaching Ruby her numbers each week, and baking a big spanikopita when things feel bleak.
My dad teaches me to love life and to do the right thing, and I'll pass this on to my daughter. Thank you, dad.