I have to say that I love my dad for many, many reasons from his support of my education to his affinity for puns. I think two traits make my dad particularly unique: he is very organized and loves to have projects. He’s the type of person who doesn’t want to exercise for the sake of exercising, but wants to be doing something, like playing a game of tennis or mowing the lawn.
The rest of my family often ends up somehow involved in Dad’s projects. Sometimes these are my dad’s idea, sometimes my mom’s. Over the years the projects have included kicking me out of my room at 8 a.m. to have the inside of my closet painted, putting dividers on the shelves of the coat closet to divide winter accessories by categories and ridding the yard of invasive species. I will admit that at times, I have innocently teased my father, pointing out that some of these projects might be a bit obsessive. However, the outcome is always good. It’s easier to find my hat and the yard looks a lot nicer.
So, Dad, thanks for, among your many other gifts, giving us an organized and aesthetically pleasing place to live. May the world continue to provide projects until the house and lawn look utterly idyllic.