Thanks for being a grade-A-goofball and teaching me to not take life too seriously.
Thanks for buying me astronomy books to star gaze and rocks for my collection.
Thanks for telling me you were going to rip my spline out every night when you tucked us in (and then tickled the crap out of me instead).
Thanks for wearing scary Halloween masks and walking around the perimeter of the house random nights throughout the year (I still have nightmares).
Thanks for helping me move to a different apartment every single year at Ohio State.
Thanks for making up multiple accounts to make it look like my blog had more followers at first; thanks for reading it everyday.
Thanks for being a good husband to my mom.
Happy Father's Day.
I love you.
*Have I ever mentioned that when my dad wears a cowboy hat and sunglasses people mistake him for Kenny Chesney??? True story.
**Of course I can't forget my father-in-law:
-One of the most generous men I have ever met
-Extremely handy (like Bob Vila handy)
-One of the few adults that still gets excited to eat ice cream on a consistent basis (I love that!)
Happy Father's Day, John!