Although it’s not #FathersDay back home in Aus until later in the year, it’s my first Fathers Day here in the US. And it’s a day I wish I could spend with my Daddio. In 1991 I was born on Father’s Day. I guess Mum got sick of buying you new socks! I’m the daughter of a Preacher Man, a Milk Delivery Man, a man who set an example on how a man should love a woman. A simple man who works hours I could never even imagine working, all for his family. I got my stubbornness from you and the ability to talk about one topic for hours on end. You’ve given me strength in life and a tough skin. You have pushed me to continue and work harder all those times I wanted to give up. In not having much you continue to give so much to others, even if it’s the shirt off your own back. But most of all, the love you have and show for my mother, has been the biggest imprint in my life. You live by example and I am truly blessed to call you Dad. And although I may only get to see you once in a while, you’re always a voice inside of my head, guiding me through this journey called life.