This is my dad, on his BIRTHDAY (🎉), doing exactly what he’s done every Tuesday for the past 16 years: volunteering at his church and making every person that pulls up feel like the center of the world. High fives and encouragement for the kids, small talk about last weekends game with the parents. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
This is the same man that keeps cold bottles of water on hand to give to our garbage collectors each week as they pass by. And the same dad that my whole life has done whatever it takes to give my brother and I anything we may need and more. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
He and my mom INVENTED the side hustle, and they used that money to make sure we always had money for Scholastic book orders and cash for field trips and bake sale days. (My dad, in addition to his day job managing a paint store, took on work hanging window treatments and driving limos. To this day, he still picks up extra limo shifts on the weekend. My mom works by day as a special education teachers assistant and nights and weekends doing hair out of our home).
To put it simply: I hit the f*cking jackpot with parents. They taught me about unconditional love, about believing in yourself and that you can be more than the circumstances you find yourself in, about working hard, and most importantly, that what you’ve been given doesn’t limit what you’re able to GIVE. ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
Happy birthday daddy, and shoutout to all the parents out there who made it happen in order for us to get college degrees, pursue our dreams, and live our purpose, something that is a ridiculous privilege that I vow to never take for granted 💛