so humble. if you think you didn’t learn anything, maybe you didn’t have to?
sometimes you have to compare yourself to others to know you’re not flunking. you got 11/14- you could have done better on 3, but you got one question right when nobody else did.
so what? that was my test, anyway. my whole life, I can’t think of any question you got wrong.
you don’t pry, you just let me come to you with my pain. maybe you can’t answer my question, but you offer consolation. you bring me bagels that are better than NY itself. you bake cookies that taste better than betty crocker would, if she were a cookie. or a snicker doodle. or a cream puff. those are gross anyway.
you inspire me with your divine writing, and sometimes I just enjoy reading it. divine in its simplicity, curiosity, humility. making me laugh when I want to cry.
for me, you will always be my perfect dad. I love you- and I always will.
I want to thank you for everything you’ve done for me. I know you always want to do even better- you’re fine the way you are, because you make me fine. you make everyone around you feel better. and those hour-long political rants on our car drives to Vienna you’re always apologizing for afterwards? well, maybe they have inspired my critical thinking, and I can’t think of a better way to spend my mornings.