I’ll share that while I didn’t have the ideal home (parents divorced at my age 2), I always had my dad. I still do and I have his back. He had the constant pressures I’ve. Personally, let overwhelm me. Some of that must be genetic. But I digress. His efforts were sometimes clearly futile and could have been redirected to better spend time with us, but he was always there. He has always been there for all of us. I could and can talk to him about anything. We have always been able to hug and say I love you. I don’t think I’ve ever ended a phone call without a sincere “I love you.” I don’t think I ever saw him in person and not left with a big hug. No one is perfect. But a man will be there. I couldn’t imagine a life where I didn’t have this big proud man to talk to. Not perfect, but more than enough. He’s never been afraid to admit his own errors. He’s never not forgiven me for my mistakes. I told him all this tonight. Not the first time, but it always matters.