I often write some sort of ode to my mom on Mothers Day, but I always have difficulty writing something for Fathers Day. My dad would probably roll his eyes and giggle nervously if I wrote about him here, so I tend to shy away from it.

But not writing about him on Fathers Day would misconstrue reality.

My dad is my best friend, bar none. I admire the decisions he made when I was a child and I’m grateful for the childhood he provided. And now, as I continue to become a man, I’m increasingly grateful for the guidance he provides along the way.

Let’s pour one out for all the Fathers out there.

Happy Sunday and Happy Fathers Day.