Happy Birthday to the World’s Best Father

Today is the last month of June and we have started a new tradition in our household to celebrate my dad’s birthday all month.

And of course his wife tried to one up me, saying she’s going to celebrate it for two months.

We let her have her way because according to my dad she’s an ordained minister that goes to the Lord and it’s complete.

But anyway, my dad works hard in life and ministry. He has accomplished so much, and often doesn’t get much appreciation. And it makes me sad because he really does deserve his flowers. He has helped to change so many lives from building corporations, government, marriages, babies born, and the list goes on.

So want him to know he’s loved. 🥰

He loves birthdays. And I want him to know his birthday is a such a blessing and not just another day—it’s the day the world was blessed with the greatest man, husband, and father I know.

Happy Birthday, Dad! He does not like attention so he will not like this post.

But Dad, I admire you more than words can fully express.

If you know me, you know I text this man a thousand times a day—and he never gets tired of it. Okay maybe he does, but he just accepts it.

Never rolls his eyes. Never tells me to chill.

This summer he wanted to learn to depend on God and make things happen for myself. Boy did he teach me more about Jesus than some people learn in a lifetime

His faith, wisdom, and consistency have made it impossible not to believe that Jesus is, in fact, very real. Lol.

Dad your mind is a wonder. The way you think, how hard you work, how you keep going even when things aren’t perfect—I see it. I notice it.

And though I may not always say it the right way, I’m deeply grateful.

Now let’s be real: I haven’t always been the easiest daughter to handle. I’m emotional. I’m spoiled. I can be a whole production. But somehow, you get me. You really get me. And no matter how many times I say, “I’m never talking to you again,” you call me right back like I never said a word. That kind of love? That kind of grace? That’s rare. And I don’t take it for granted.

You made me face my fears. Understand my weaknesses. Okay we’re still working on some of these issues.

I’m sitting here tearing up as I write this, because even though I love to talk—I honestly don’t have enough words to express the depth of love and gratitude I feel. You are amazing man…person. And even if tomorrow I’m back being dramatic (because let’s be honest, it’s possible),