I love my dad.

He's pretty much probably the best dad in the world. (Cue Kip from Napoleon Dynamite, Like anybody could ever knooow that...) But I think he is.

He came to town to pick up a Harley he'd bought online this morning, and he stayed for dinner with me and P. We have lots to talk about and I always hate to see him go. I usually want it to last just a little bit longer. I have always loved having one on one time with dad because we have so much to talk about. I don't know many girls who can say the same.

He's always been my soft place to fall, even if I didn't always let him be. He's the best.

Thanks, dad. :)