"There are 3 stages in a man's life: First, he believes in Santa; then, he doesn't believe in Santa; and finally, he becomes Santa."
Happy Father's Day to my Santa Claus (and Beckett's, too!)
If I know anything about cars, it's because of you. I think we both know my knowledge is limited, but I do know Chevy is better than Ford.
I own and love The Outlaw Josey Wales because it's your favorite. And I have a special place in my heart for all things Clint Eastwood because you love all of his movies (except The Unforgiven, which I have never seen).
I can't go to any antique mall, thrift store, or other store where there is furniture without thinking of almost every piece, "It's nice, but why would I pay for it when my Dad could make it better?"
I love my Auburn Tigers, but I have a soft spot for the Georgia Bulldogs. That's all your fault.
I know every word to every Garth Brooks song. You guessed it: you did that, too.
And if I have every been described as outgoing, talkative, or funny (my favorite things about me), it's because I get those things from you.
Thanks, Dad.
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