Crazy eyebrows and all, that's my dad!

Father's Day is cool. As I was headed with Melissa over to my cousin's house in east Salem, I had to stop for a minute and think how cool my dad is. This is a world where many, many people do not know their fathers (and still others wish they didn't). I am very blessed to say that my dad is awesome.

In a day when it seemed all my friends had divorced parents, my dad stuck by my mom. He worked his tail off to start a business to support our family, allowing my mom to stay home and take care of us kids. And he took time away from even that important work to be an amazing person who would seriously engage his son in dialogue about which is better: to be a navy seal or to work in the general's bunker. (Yes, that was a real conversation, passionately argued for months over the dinner table).

And plus my dad is just plain crazy. When other dads are out having mid-life crises, buying expensive sports cars, and generally falling apart, my dad decides to build a tank. And it gets on the news. In India.

On a day set aside to celebrate fatherhood, I find myself blessed with a father who loves me, is involved in my life, and is an example to follow. If I've got those crazy genes in me, bring on mid-life, I can't wait to see what happens!

(And besides, I'm heir to those eyebrows someday!)