Dad and me, ca. 1979
When I was little, I used to sing a song to my dad. “Daddy Cool, Daddy Cool, Cool, Cool Daddy!” My mom would lead and I’d follow along. I thought it was something we wrote together, until this year, when I saw it on a Karaoke playlist.
Still, my dad really is one of the coolest guys I know. He can light up a room with his cheery disposition. He can make you laugh with his silly jokes. He can make you feel secure just by letting you put your head on his shoulder. I love him like crazy.
Today is his birthday, and I am celebrating the coolest dad in the world.
Happy Birthday, Dad.