Mi Padre

Yesterday was Father's Day, the day we show our appreciation and love for the man who brought us into this world, raised us, praised us, scolded us, and despite all of our mistakes and missteps still loves us unconditionally.

I consider myself truly blessed. My father had been such a foundation for the woman I am. He is kind, patient, compassionate and filled with a quiet strength. He taught me how to dribble a basketball and work on my jump shot, hit a baseball, throw a football, and putt. He also taught me to be patient with others (something that still needs work), to remember those that are less fortunate, and to put family first, always.

Because he is such an honorable man, I try not to wait for that one day of year to thank him for all that he has given me, all that he sacrificed when we were young. I want him to know how truly grateful I am that he is my father, mi padre. For him, every day should be Father's Day.