Dad came to stay with us when I was on bed rest during my pregnancy with Nolan. Ella was two years old. I called Dad and Mom to wish Mom a happy birthday and let them know I was headed home for the sofa (again). Dad had just retired two weeks before, and they had just set up the yard for a big garage sale. He took the phone from Mom and said, “When do you need me to be there?” Then they packed up everything that they’d spent two days setting up for the garage sale. Dad was on the road in mere hours—that was Friday, and by Sunday at 5pm he was standing in my kitchen in Ohio. He did everything—laundry, cleaned, cooked meals, took Ella to preschool, did grocery shopping and coupon runs, and cut peanut butter and jelly sandwiches into tiny squares that are still famous. He stayed with us for five weeks, flew home to be with Mom for Christmas, and then they drove back to help for three more weeks when Nolan arrived. That’s who Dad was—a selfless and humble servant who loved his grandchildren...even before they were born. I’m proud to be part of his legacy. Thanks for everything, Dad.