I was about five and it was the 4th of July. My dad had worked all morning, but he made sure to take my sister and I fishing that afternoon. The thing I remember most about that day is when he hoisted my tubby body onto his back for a piggyback ride. I had been continuously complaining about my aching legs, and I had finally gotten my way. A half of a mile in he said, “One day you’ll look back on this and say, ‘Wow, I have a great dad.’”

Years later, I couldn't agree more. I'm proud to be able to say that I am his daughter. Yes, there were those tumultuous teen years. I'd go crying into my room and slam my door. Those moments are profoundly overshadowed by all of the times that he was there, though. Let’s be honest, I was probably crying about chicken nuggets or something of similar value and nature.

It is because of him that my standards in love and friendships are so high. He has taught me that your own company is better than the false company of others. He told me once that love is something you don't have to question. When someone loves you, it feels like coming home. Never settle for less than that. He has shown me that your word means everything. Never say something in which you do not fully believe. He has told me to never, ever let people walk over you. But, you must also practice forgiveness daily. Do good things while expecting nothing in return. He has shown me the value of hard work and the perfection of the natural world. He gives, gives, and gives. However, not once does he boast of the good that he does for others. Through his example and words of knowledge I have learned: yes, people will take advantage of your kindness and use it against you. However, always continue to be kind.

I really don't know where I'm headed in life or where I will end up. I just hope to make him proud in the end. That shouldn't be too hard, though. He's proud of me when I successfully make scrambled eggs. He is my biggest cheerleader...a cheerleader that has a beard, anyway.