Thank you for running longer and faster than any of my cross-country friends could ever dream of. For raising me on Jimmy Buffett music. For showing me the world, literally. For supporting me no matter what. For driving from Texas to Pittsburgh and back. For the Hard Rock Cafe All Access pass. For eating tartufo with me in Rome. For fabulous prizes. For making sure I “be smart, be athletic.” For occasionally googling my blog from work. :)
For everything. I love you! Happy (early) Father’s Day!