Happy Father's Day, Daddy

Okay...so maybe father's day is over, but what the heck. I am getting ahead for next year.

I want to talk about my dad. First of all, my dad and I are a lot alike. We are silly and we like the same kind of food (nothing soggy!). We have the same eyes and a lot of the same character traits. But, we are also really different.

My dad is incredibly generous. He is smart. He works hard. My dad is the one up late at night finishing the dishes. He is also the one up (very) early to make coffee. But the thing that sticks out the most to me is that my dad never complains. Okay, so maybe he is not always joyful (love you dad!), but he never complains. He really does work hard and he really doesn't complain about it. Being a dad is a lot of work but my dad sure doesn't make it look that way.

There are three things that I especially love about him. First, he is hilarious. He brings new meaning to the term "Proctor humor". To exhibit true Proctor humor you must first be a Proctor (obviously) and, second, you must always laugh at your own jokes. Most of the time that means laughing when nobody else is. But, you see, my dad has brought Proctor humor to a new level because he has gotten so good at laughing at his own jokes that me and my family members have started to laugh right along with him. Or is that just because we are Proctors as well....? The second thing that I love about my dad is his ability to find out pretty much anything. He knows what is airing on TV to what classes I should take next semester. I love it. Within days of my brother applying to West Point, my dad knew almost everything about the school. I distinctly remember my dad spurting out information about it to my brother who was totally clueless. The first time I mentioned I wanted to study abroad my dad instantly knew what my options where, how much, for how long and everything in between. Although this might just seem quirky, it is not. It shows the kind of person my dad is. He is smart and he invests his time. He invests his time in me and my siblings. And, not to mention, in really helpful ways. Third, lastly, he is always, always, always there when I need a hug.

With all that said, Dad, I am proud to be your daughter. I love you.