Half of Me

My dad turned the big 58 yesterday. It's hard to believe in just a few years my pops will be 60. I try not to blog about my parents too much because they don't really get the whole blogging thing, and they often times confuse my blog posts with Facebook posts. They really, really don't get social media. Which of course, is too bad because I am in love with it. Anyway, I thought I could at least take the time to write about them once a year. This time it's my dad's turn.

I like to think I have the best qualities of both of my parents. There is no doubt I am my mother and father's child. I have my mom's good looks and her way of seeing the world. I have more of her common sense and personality overall. What I get from my dad is a yearning to learn. My dad loves to read and is always learning new things about this wonderful world. It was my dad who helped me for hours with my homework every night because I didn't just want to turn something in, I wanted to find the right answers.

I also get a lot of my interests from my dad. We love sports and could spend hours every weekend watching the White Sox, Bulls, NASCAR, Tennis, even bowling. ((OK I fall asleep during bowling, but still). My mom and brother are a couple of lookieloos but my dad and I go places for a reason. We're more straight and focused than wanderers.

More importantly, my faith is founded on the principles my dad taught me. Dad took us to church every Sunday, and for me that is still very much a part of my weekly routine. Dad taught us to never take what wasn't ours, never cheat or cut in line, and that Jesus died and rose again for our sins. I've read the Bible through twice now and I'm about to start again because my goal is to read it more times than my dad.

So for my dad's birthday I sent a card, called him to wish him a happy birthday, and publicly thanked him for being a good role model. I love my dad. Every. Single. Day.