happy birthday!

To my sweet dad, the guy who taught me to never give up and never back down on the things that matter. The one who taught me how to ride a dirtbike at age nine, and who yelled at me to "just gas it!" when I was on the opposite side of the creek from him, too scared to ride my little PW-80 through the water. To the guy who bought me my first wakeboard, and snowboard, and who would laugh like hyenas with me when we all crashed on both, over and over and over again. To the guy who has encouraged me every step of the way as I've built my business. To the guy who always answers the phone when I call with an "hola, hija!" To the guy who has never told me my dreams are too big or too small. To the guy who convinced me to major in journalism, which was the best decision I ever made. To the guy who called me pumpkin-head when I was a baby, because I actually looked like a pumpkin. To the guy who let me ride up front with him as we drove to Arizona, because I loved to look at the stars. To the one who has talked me through hard classes, heartbreaking break-ups, hard business decisions and crushing loss after sports matches. To the one who never yelled obnoxiously at my soccer games but instead watched, and observed everything, and talked through it all with me afterwards. To the one who never let me quit a sport because quitting is never an option. To the one who gave my husband the permission to marry me and gave him his blessing. To my first coach, my cheerleader, my shoulder to cry on, my strong side, my running mate, my adventure buddy and one of the greatest men I have ever known, I am so blessed to call you my dad. Happy birthday!