i have the best dad in the world. no, seriously, independent consultants were hired, the third party research is in, and he has officially been awarded the title of #1 dad, literally.
being great at everything makes it hard to pick out his best traits. in a nutshell: great husband, great father, excellent furniture maker, pool shark, prime rib aficionado, and DIY master. car trouble? no problem, let's just tinker around in there until it's fixed. shattered ceramic vase? no problem, superglue-ing 80,000 pieces back together won't take too long. moving? of course he's free to help.
it's no wonder that i went out and found myself an excellent husband and father to be my partner, am passionate about meat, and have chosen a career in which i literally DIY myself into awesome boutiques around the country.
i recently rediscovered this video of my dad teaching me to ride a bike. it is seven levels of awesome. i'm riding a yellow banana seat bike that he rebuilt from a rusted junkyard cast-off. i'm wearing an erik estrada t-shirt (not to mention white socks and sandals) and my dad is running all around behind me, looking cool as always, assuring me he's holding on as i unknowingly zip around by myself. and that's my brother hamming it up on our papa's schwinn, which coincidentally was given to me to take to college, was immediately stolen, and then found two years later stripped and wrecked (oh, davis, you were hard on bikes).
today's for you, dad.
you were taken way too young.
i miss you everyday.
always.
xo.
Kind of making me cry. Nice one Bidgy.
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