I'm a pretty lucky girl to have someone like my Dad. Since I can remember, he would do anything he could to make me and my brother Pat happy. He makes mistakes, just like anyone else, has his habits and can be a total goof, but hey – the older I get, the more I'm becoming him. And I'm totally okay with that. My dad is the sweetest man I've ever met; a total bleeding heart with a soft soul who will cry watching The Wizard Of Oz but will always listen when you need someone to talk to. He is always smiling, and he is always laughing – sometimes I get a phone call from him around midnight on a weeknight and it's just him calling to tell me a good joke he heard 
that day.

He's also incredibly intelligent. Many o'nights spent up with my Dad at the kitchen table, trying to pass my History exams. And I always did, because Dad is such a passionate learner, attains information to the littlest detail about every War ever fought, and would relay this to me in such an animated, gettable way that he made me love to learn. He made me love books, and especially old movies. Old movies from the MGM era; it's why today I still believe the perfect man will always be Gene Kelly. And the hours and hours spent in our PJ's on weekend mornings marathoning Three Stooges and The Bugs Bunny & Tweety Show episodes. The man has taste.

Anyway, I just wanna express how lucky I feel today to have such a great man for a Dad. Even through the worst, he shows me that laughing it off, perseverance, and faith can get you through anything. Happy Father's Day, Pops – I love you so much!