I love my father. He’s amazing. Generous and grumpy, funny, loves music with a passion and cooks ridiculous, indulgent meals from scratch. He taught me to read when I was four, patiently coached my tennis serve, cleans up my infrequent financial indiscretions (this is the last time), and believes in my ridiculous aspirations wholeheartedly. And I miss him, immensely. I love seeing fathers with their children, especially when the guys look a bit wayward and scruffy but full of love. This picture of Dash Snow with his daughter Secret popped up on my RSS this morning, and it made me feel a bit sad. I’m going to call my Dad tonight and tell him how good he is.
