"Hey baby, it's your Daddy. Just checkin' in on ya. Hope you're out havin' fun somewhere."
Like the rest of him, even his voicemails are charming.
He is also handsome, easy to be around, and rather brilliant at what he does for a living.
He is the kind of person my brother and I are both striving to be, although my sibling seems to be doing that in more obvious ways. He has adopted my father's manner of dress and followed him down the same career path. I like to think I've inherited his work ethic, his easygoing attitude and a personality that strikes an even balance between serious and silly.
Today is my Dad's birthday. It's an age that ends in a zero, a fact he's trying to downplay as much as possible. To that end, I'm not gonna gush about how much I love the guy who cut and styled my hair until I was 17 and amused me with his spot-on Mickey Mouse impression. I won't embarrass him by letting him know that my lucky streak began the minute I was born his daughter. I won't make a big deal out of how great he is at the job of being my dad.
Instead I will say simply this:
Hey Daddy, it's Jenn. Just checking in on ya. Hope you're out havin' fun somewhere.