We like to pretend we're athletic.
We're posers.
We love to dance.
We're strong believers in some rest and relaxation.
This is my dad.
His name is Dale.
Scary looking, isn't he?
But he's not.
At all.
He is the strongest, kindest, nicest, sweetest, hardest working man I've ever met in my whole life.
Ever.
He is also one of the most frustrating people to have a conversation with.
But.
He is my daddy.
And as long as he wants me to be, I will always be his 4 year old.
Even though he can't be here today - he's up working in Slave Lake - it's still his day.
And I hope he is having a great day.
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