My dad, the first man I ever loved. The man that showed me what a true man looks like, acts like, and should treat me like. He worked long hours to ensure we were provided for. As a carpenter, seasonal work made the holidays a little difficult, but he always found a way to make the holidays special for us. He taught me what it means to work hard.
He always puts others first and has a heart of gold. What ever he does he is humble about it and doesn't like being the center of attention and never seeks out recognition for what he does. He puts his heart and soul into everything he does. He does not cut corners and will never cheat you.
He is the perfect gentleman when it comes to being a husband to my mom. He's by no means perfect, but he is the perfect display of how my husband should love me. He leads with a gentle hand and makes sure the needs of his family are met, not just physical, but emotional as well.
He is the man who taught me how to drive. He is the one who helped me by my first car. He is the one who worked on my car with me. I am who I am because of this man. Hanging out with him brings nothing but laughter.
I'm proud to call this man DAD.