This one goes out to my pops

To my pops;

To the guy who made me PB&J lunches every day for 10 years (and made me save the brown paper lunch bag);

To the guy named Ken who married a lady named Barbie;

The guy that built Ken and Barbie's pink Florida dream house;

To the guy that is my car mechanic, deck builder, mover (10 times in the past 6 years) and general fixer-upper;

To the guy that answers "She's dating her dad" when company asks of my love life;

To the guy that made me cry in middle school and laugh in college and beyond;

The guy that made me sit at the dining room table and practice long division as I shed tears;

The guy that wears madras shorts with printed shirts and doesn't see anything wrong with it;

To the guy who then wears seersucker and bow ties;

The guy who can watch episode after episode of Seinfeld but refuses to get cable TV;

To the guy who taught me all about my Czech heritage and the dumpling ladies in Cleveland;

To the guy that thinks about what I need before I know I even need it;

The guy who wears speedos while he gardens;

To the guy agrees to share his 63rd birthday with a sweet 16 party....

Happy birthday pops. You're #1.

#1 dad!

You thought I was kidding about the gardening in speedos bit.  Sadly, so sadly, I wasn't.  This is my closest genetic match.