“ I’ve often wondered if Dad wanted a son. I know Dad wanted me, but perhaps if he were given a choice, he’d have chosen a boy? How different it would have been for him to raise a son. Imagine being that son. The pressure to be charming, wildly talented, suave, stylish, graceful, dapper…the all-around guy. Perhaps it was a relief to have a girl. ” -Cary Grant's Daughter Sometimes I wonder this about my dad. Then realize that he loves his three girls more than anything, and Griffin (our boy dog) has given him enough grief to realize how utterly lucky he is. There is no love like that between father and daughter. Our dad will always be our protector, our hero, our safe guardian. We will always look at him with an understanding of what it means so have someone so great love us to the moon and back. I’m so thankful for my dad. He is the best and probably the coolest: he snowboards, he tells inapprorpiate jokes, he sometimes acts like a frat boy to my mom’s dismay, he can c