Pierre

Pierre. Pluto. Papi. Pickle. Podgekins. Pops. Pookie Bear.

All of these names have three things in common:

1. I have no idea where they came from.
2. They all start with 'P'.
3. They're my father's nicknames.

HAPPY FATHERS DAY to all you Dads out there!!

If only all the children in the world could be so blessed as to have a father as sincere, genuine, hilarious (usually when he doesn't mean to be...), hard-working and entrepreneurial as mine.

I've learned many a things from my old man. The one I'm most grateful for, however; is that of independence and saaviness. My father is my grounding factor; the rock I turn when I need to be brought back down to reality. He's my foundation and my support, my knowledge of wealth and my safe spot. I'm 21 (almost 22!!!), going on 30 in many aspects and I think I owe a lot of this to my father. He taught me to be a self-starter, to be proactive, to go after my dreams but to be practical when I want to float above the clouds. He's the fatherly yin to my daughterly yang.

I'm missing out on celebrating Fathers Day with you this year, Dad, but know that I will be thinking about you constantly throughout the day and wishing you all the best in Vancouver!

I love you.