Tim and Fred...you guys are the bomb.
Dear Fred (aka, Chelsea's Dad),
1. Dad, you taught me how to be the crazy work-a-holic I am. You were never afraid to pick up a second job, whatever crazy home project that Mom had for you, or decide to finally start the company you've always dreamed about. The best part? You almost never complain (I don't count grumbling to yourself in the garage as you paint in the 98 degree heat complaining). As I dive into adulthood, I attribute (blame?) my ever growing list of part-time jobs to you! Thanks dad for the 4 paychecks. The IRS is gonna love me.
2. You're never too old for cartoons. Or funny t-shirts. Or getting excited over Starburst jellybeans. You've never been the polo-shirt wearing, golf on the weekends, Fox News dad. But you were always the first to climb on a roller coaster with us and you legitimately loved the Spongebob boxers we got you for your birthday. Whenever I'm stressed out, you never fail to make me laugh, reminding me not to take myself so seriously all the time. Nose whistle away, Padre.
3. Finally, you taught me that Starbucks in worth the splurge. The ladies at the Target Starbucks (where the line is always shorter...duh) know your name and your order. Grande Vanilla Latte for Fred! You always know how appreciated a $15 giftcard is because you understand that the addiction is real...and for that I love you.
Dear Tim (aka, Leah's Dad),
1. Dad, you're always right. Every time someone asks me how I ended up at Wake Forest, I tell them that you suggested it. (Side note: parents of potential students I talked to while at Wake love that story... the kids, not so much). While you may not have known that I would end up attending Wake Forest, I can say that without you, I wouldn't call myself a Demon Deacon. Whether or not I always want to admit it, you're pretty much always right. (And I like to think I mostly listen. mostly.)
2. You taught me to work my butt off, and to never make excuses. Hearing "Don't tell me you don't have time, all you have is time" might have driven me nuts as a kid, I sincerely appreciate the advice. (See, again - you were right.) I also like to think I get my ridiculous desire to work hard and make myself better from you. I might have been the only 8th grader actively adding to a savings account, but I sure am thankful for it now!
3. You might have taught me to work hard, but you also taught me to relax and spend time with people I love! I will never forget all of the fun we've had together from dancing to Tommy Roe in the living room to Daddy-Daughter sushi dates (that started with me just eating fried rice). Not sure if I'd consider this a "you were right" moment, but I appreciate all the fun we've had together. Thanks for everything. Love you dad!