But to the same kind of man who taught Katniss to be awesome so she could WIN the 75th annual Hunger Games;
that is, to my father.
A tribute to the man who taught me to read at stoplights.
Who threw me an unsurpassed 12th birthday party, wherein my house was transformed into Hogwarts (This is before HP movie paraphernalia, people. We MADE chocolate frogs and Bertie Bott's EFBs and used chopsticks for wands).
A tribute to the most consistent mustache-wearer and 3x5 card carrier.
A tribute to always having "a back up" and wheezing like the penguin from Toy Story when being tickled.
A tribute to the smartest human being I've ever met.
To the most thoughtful, loving and generous human being I've ever met.
To the man who has kept my skinny, cold-blooded lizard body warm and alive for over twenty years.And to the man who still tucks me in and sings cowboy songs every time I'm home.And who probably always will.
I love you, Daddy.
"Now, what was your name?"