There’s a kind of strength that doesn’t shout yet speaks volumes through quiet actions. It’s the kind of strength my father embodies every single day of his life. He’s not just the strongest man I know. He’s the smartest, most selfless, most spiritual, and most generous. He’s been my rock, my guide, my unwavering supporter, and, in so many ways, my best friend. When I think of the man I want to be, the father I strive to become for my own children, I see his reflection in my heart.
From when I was a kid, my dad was there, not just present, but engaged. Whether it was lugging paint and fixtures to help spruce up our old fraternity house at The University of Texas (and making sure the fridge was well-stocked with food and maybe some beer, naturally), being the first and biggest investor in my music dreams, or working shoulder to shoulder with me in our engineering firms, he has been there at every critical juncture of my life. I’ve always known my dad believed in me, even during times when I struggled to believe in myself.
His love, however, doesn't stop at just supporting me. It extends to everyone he's touched. He's worked from sunrise until long after sunset to ensure our family’s well-being. Growing up, he also worked tirelessly to help provide for his Momma, my Grandma Meta, and his siblings. Yet, no matter how long or hard the day, he was never too tired to show up for my sister Odie and me. Football games, track meets, band concerts, cheerleading, choir, kickball, and soccer, he was there, often the loudest cheerleader, even if he was also the quietest man in the room. It's a presence and a promise he remains committed to for his grandkids today.
Dad has never balked at a hard day’s work and never ever flinched at changing a messy diaper, firing up a backyard BBQ, or dealing with a mountain of responsibilities. He’s the kind of man whose hands are as skilled with tools as they are gentle with his grandkids. And don't get me started on his beautiful mind and the brilliance he's imparted to all of us over the years. He's taught me that life isn’t about fleeting accolades or the meaningless outward appearances that consume so many of us today. He's taught me that life is more about showing up, providing, loving, and leading with humility and unwavering faith.
Over the years, he's impacted not only our immediate family but many others, as well. Many of my childhood friends still recall and share their own stories and conversations they had with Dad growing up, often detailing moments when his wisdom left an indelible mark on their lives. It fills me with a quiet pride to know how deeply he has touched others, not just as my dad but as a mentor to anyone blessed enough to cross his path.
Today, as we celebrate his birthday, I want him to know that while he shuns the pomp and circumstance, his legacy speaks louder than any party or gift ever could. He is the best son, brother, uncle, husband, Daddy, and Papaw we have ever known. And though I know I could live a thousand lifetimes and still not measure up to the man he is, I’m honored to keep trying, fueled by his love and belief in me.
Daddy, I love you, chingos, and more than words can say. Thank you for the sacrifices you’ve made, the lessons you’ve taught, and the steadfast example you’ve set. May God Bless you with billions and billions more birthdays because this world and our family need your light.
Happy Birthday, Daddy! My cup runneth over.
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