Feb 9, 2011

Happy Birthday, DAD!!!

Well Dad, I know it's the some-odd anniversary of your 29th birthday.  Congrats on that.  But let's not get into numbers... ;)

I was going to make you a video, but frankly, I thought I might tear up.  And I don't need a video out on the internets of me with a red nose and glassy eyes, so, here is your gift.


Padre,

People don't get to pick who they're related to.  They get what they get and they don't throw a fit, right?  But I always thought how special it was that we aren't bound by blood, but that you chose to be my dad.  I know you didn't have to adopt me as your own child or allow me to call you "Dad."  A lot of kids have step-dads, some have no Dad at all, and some have Dads that aren't a real father in any capacity.  You, on the other hand, have made me feel as if I was your blood.  You wanted to be a part of my life.  In your eyes, I have always been a part of you.

This speaks lengths about your character and explains why you are the best man I have ever known.  You brought our family together and made us who we all are today -- a family unit.  Most of my friends don't know that my Dad is not my biological father.  They never knew me as Kirbie Jaks.  That's because I've only had one father, and that is you.

As I've gotten older, I've seen you loosen up.  You've always been goofy, joking about the Easter Chicken and how every light in the house is on, but nobody cares because Dad pays the bills around here.  But as I've matured, you've made the transition from a kid to an adult a lot easier for me.  When things get overwhelming, you're there to remind me that you will always take care of me in some capacity, whether it be physically or emotionally (and sometimes monetarily -- bet you can't wait until my 20s are over, ha!).  I can talk to you about boys and my goals and you make it perfectly clear that my dreams are worth going after, and for that I cannot thank you enough.  You've even gone from your beloved Star Trek to Dancing With the Stars (don't kid yourself, we all know you love that show).  It cracks me up when you talk about who has the best technique and who you think will win.  

Thanks for everything.  Thanks for paying for my college, for getting my oil changed and detailing my car when I would bring it home during breaks from school.  For not letting me download Napster when my other friends did (to this day I won't pirate music).  Thanks for that time you made me believe your teeth had all fallen out and you had fake teeth because you didn't brush them for 13 years, which, by the way, I realized was false a mere four years ago.  Thank you for driving me to California so I could nap on the way, and for taking me to Disney World when I was six with Mom and carrying me on your shoulders so I could see above everyone.  Thanks for ripping out the tooth with the longest root ever on that trip as well.  Thanks for telling me I deserve the best and should work hard for what I want and for showing that in how you treat me and what you expect of me.  Thanks for telling me I make good decisions for myself (I'm always wondering if I am).  Thank you for taking ballroom dancing lessons with Mom because, from what I hear, you are quite the dancer and I know it makes Mom happy -- not to mention we'll be able to bust out pretty fancy choreography at my wedding.  Thanks for providing me Nick because he is one of the best parts of my life.   Thanks for singing Christmas Carols with me in the car to the tune of "wee wah" and for taking even just 30 minutes to see me when you have a layover in Los Angeles; thanks for the subsequent "It was so good to see you" texts, and for adhering to my language and calling me "daudris."  

I can't wait to apply for The Amazing Race with you next year!  I love you, and I don't think you know how much you mean to our family.  

Love you Padris,
Kirb

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