Kids in elementary school used to ask me if my dad was in the army, or if he was a cop. I think it’s because of the way he keeps his hair, but really it’s because of the way he carries himself. My dad doesn’t take shit from anyone, and not just when it’s directed at himself but especially when it’s directed at his family. He’s the reason why my younger sister and I are so picky when it comes to choosing potential guys to be in our lives, because my dad is the epitome of what a good man should be. I’m not going to go into everything he’s done for me in my life (mostly because it would take forever), but let’s just say there’s a lot to be said about a guy who works 12 hour days and still insists on cleaning the kitchen after dinner every night.