Dad

I'm a day late on this one - yesterday was Father's Day.

I've frequently said (and been told) that I'm ruined for men because my dad is such a wonderful person. He works hard, cooks, cleans, is handy, and randomly brings home flowers for no reason. All in all, he's pretty much amazing. When I think about why he's so important to me, however, it's not any of those things - it's the fact that he laughs so hard he cries at some of the stupidest humour out there (anyone remember the cartoon Duckman??), it's the fact that I can talk to him about anything and he'll always have my back, it's the fact that we can say absolutely nothing and I know he has my back.

I don't say it enough - I love you, Dad. You're the best.

P.S. I got him the meat grinding and sausage making attachments for his Kitchenaid mixer for Father's Day - sausage making extravaganza here we come!