My dad is rad. He sent me a birthday card that brought me to tears:

Daughter,
You are the author of your own life.
It's up to you to dream it,
imagine it, sketch it, shape it,
build it, go after it,
and make it happen.
And then color it in
with bright, shining
shades of joy
and deep, lasting
shades of meaning
that are yours
and yours alone.
No one else can know
the dreams you dream
or the strengths
you have within you
that will help you make
your dreams come true.
No one else needs to.
Because they're yours
And so is today.
Happy Birthday
And although he usually just adds a "Robynn" and a "Love Dad," this time he wrote, "Go for it!"