My dad is the joke master of joke masters. Every single day my mom, sister and I receive not 1, not 2 but 3 text messages from him with MULTIPLE different jokes in each of them. And they are usually themed. A few of my friends from college will even ask me to read them when we skype because those texts are something I (and many of my friends) have and will always enjoy.
My dad is a genius. No really! I’ve been doing Mensa problems so long I can’t even remember a time before I knew what Mensa was. As in, I was not allowed to go down to the beach every morning until I had solved the question of the day. As a kid I used to cry and moan and even coined a phrase my family still uses “I don’t do math on vacation”. But truly, if it weren’t for all those problems and my dad sitting with me helping me solve them, there would be no way I would’ve passed the SATs and made it into college and subsequently followed my dream. So Mensa problems are now ok in my book!
My dad is a culture connoisseur. Growing up he made sure my sister and I both knew everyone from The Beatles to Beethoven. He made sure we took advantage of every museum in every city we ever lived in or visited. He introduced us to so many movies during our traditional Sunday Family Nights that I’m pretty sure he is to blame for my career choice. Oh yeah, and he is the most talent sketcher/artist I know.
My dad is a teacher. My teacher. And I don’t mean the 3 hour long science questions that seemed to always come back to “well the textbook must be wrong” teacher (though he was that too).
He is probably unaware he has taught me that love is putting others before yourself, to chase my dreams but never forget where I came from, cherish the time I have with grandparents and family, and to always take care of the ones I love any and everyway I can.