|Happy Father’s Day!|
I work with my dad every day. On a good day, I call him dad – on a bad day (like when he doesn’t see that my way is truly the best….) I call him Bobby. I’ve worked with him since college, but I’ve closely watched him my whole life. I’m not really a mushy daddy’s girl, whatever that is, but I am like my dad in many ways. Growing up I watched my dad and my grandpa work hard; concrete is not for the faint of heart. I learned that anything is possible if you want it badly enough to put in the effort to earn it. If you earn something yourself, it just means more. He taught me to think for myself and to keep my head down and accomplish my goals. There were long hours spent away from home to provide for our family. Sometimes I wonder if I decided to work with my dad in order to spend more time with him – in that case he probably thinks now we sometimes need a break from each other.