To the diehard carnivore who made reservations at a vegan restaurant for my birthday. To the guy who listens to my travel stories with fresh ears, even though he’s been everywhere on earth and back. To the man who taught me that most times, happy looks like a diner breakfast and the weekend paper. Thank you for calling me up at 7am. (“Bom Dia! I’m in New Orleans and I just saw a Julia St. I want to steal the sign for you.”) Thank you for showing me what it means to love your work, to love your DVR, and to really, really love your life.
I hope you had to best Sunday full of soccer (Woo Portugal!) and SoCal sunshine.
Happy Father’s Day! Love you, Pai!