I like to think that I am a product of my own experiences. Growing up I was always on my own path. Never listened to anyone, got into all sorts of shit, and lived life with chaos constantly surrounding me. That chaos was always calmed by one thing. My father's voice. My father was always the calm to my storm. The quiet in my chaos.

These days, he's just my go to guy. We talk every day and although we don't see eye to eye on things like politics and real estate agents, I listen and learn from him. He challenges me to be a better person, a more educated person, a happier person. He lights fires in my childrens' eyes and his love for them glows. I couldn't be more lucky to have this man in my life:

Happy Birthday Daddy. I love you.