For those of you who know my Daddy, you know he is one of a kind. He’s the one who taught me to be a sports fan. He loves the St. Louis Cardinals, the Tennessee Volunteers, and Peyton Manning, and I inherited a love for all three. (While he may have taught me to be a sports fan, he simultaneously calls me “the great non-athlete of all time.”) We have attended more sporting events together than I can count, but the most memorable was Game 6 of the 2011 World Series in St. Louis.
Daddy loves travel and adventure, and I know he was one of the people who helped develop my “travel bug.” He is savvy with directions, and I’m certain I inherited my sense of direction from him. I have so many memories with him that involve travel and exploring, and I am grateful for that.
He is by far one of my biggest fans and supporters. He has been a counselor and advisor through the years, and I value his perspective on business and life. He taught me to always be the anonymous giver, to love missions, to be a leader, to respect my elders, and to love fast food…most importantly, Taco Bell, Waffle House, and Krispy Kreme. He loves to shop, and I blame him for my obsession (which has been temporarily put on hold, because Switzerland is too expensive). He is driven, funny, eloquent, and ornery as can be…and I love him more than words can express.
Happy Father’s Day, Daddy! I look forward to our first Euro adventure together sometime soon!