Sabbath Sunday #5: Father's Day Edition!

Happy Father's Day, Daddy! Here are some reasons I love you:

1. I am completely spoiled by your servant-hood. I know that if I ever need anything, I can just ask. 

• Exhibit A: Five years ago, my car died on my drive from Huntington back to Santa Barbara. You dropped everything to come pick me up an hour and a half from home. 
• Exhibit B: I left you a voicemail last year in which I was fake crying and asking for help...on figuring out how to play a chord on the ukulele. You listened to the fake crying and asking for help and missed the silly uke part and were prepared to ride straight to the airport to get the first flight from California to Virginia. That's not normal - but it's very nice. I'm glad you listened the message a second time.
• Exhibit C: You and Mama are going to use a huge chunk of your summer vacation to come help with your pending grandchild and to help Sissy with her wedding.

2. You are weird.  

• Exhibit A: Sometimes you try to describe songs to us by humming incomprehensibly and it's hilarious.
• Exhibit B: You strum the guitar haphazardly while watching TV. This is simultaneously annoying and endearing.

• Exhibit C: You like exercising - working out at the gym, going on crazy bike rides, surfing, kicking butt at tennis. This is weird, but I love it about you because it means you'll live longer! 



Exhibit D

• Exhibit E: That one time Sissy and I were watching you play tennis and you made a mistake and yelled "COME on, Tim!" at yourself.

3. You are fun.

• Exhibit A: Our epic Disneyland trips. My favorites were the time we snuck in dinner and ate at the top of the Swiss Family Robinson Treehouse (R.I.P.) then played cards up there, the time we were the only ones on Indiana Jones at the end of a weeknight and it was creepy, and the time I got you out of school to go to Disneyland and you were actually speechless for a while.

Snow White at Disneyland. Absolutely terrifying.

• Exhibit B: You might not even remember this, but one time we were driving home from the grocery store and you started phonetically reading the license plates around us and we were both laughing like crazy the whole way home.
• Exhibit C: The time we went to Steve Martin/Dave Barry and stopped for In-N-Out and took your motorcycle. Not many daughters get to have that date with their dad. So much cool.
  

I could go on and on, but I don't want to bore our readers or make any fathers realize that they are kind of boring. In conclusion, I love you lots and can't wait to see you soon!