Today is my Pops Birthday. Today I wish I could have called in sick, caught the earliest flight back home, and surprised my Pops with a cup of coffee and a cupcake. You see my Pops is a guy who deserves everything in this world bundled up in happiness and wrapped with love (and obviously more than a b-day cupcake). He has always been the guy who has given everyone else the world.
I could write for days about how amazing he is and how lucky I am to call him my Pops. I can't tell you enough how much my friends know about him, even if they've never met him, and how much they love him. I can't tell you enough how much my brother and I make fun of him and get on him for the littlest things, but at the end of the day he is still the one we always turn to. I also can't stress enough how much I tell Mike about my Pops and how no one will ever replace the footsteps he's put in front of me, or the lessons he's taught me.
Today is a day (55 years ago) that the world was blessed with the most amazing son, brother, Pops, uncle and best friend! To 55+ more years ahead, Happy Birthday, Pops!
Skidamarinkadinkadink - I love you!