Before this week even started, I was already 100% sure of what would take the Que Bella cake. I can't really think of anything that could top it. I flew into Philly this morning to spend a couple days with my family and get some work done. I've made this trip about a thousand times, so here's what I knew: I knew my Dad would be waiting for me just outside the security checkpoint. I knew he'd get in the self-checkout line in the parking garage despite the fact that it has some sort of major malfunction every time we try it. I knew we'd go directly from the airport to one of my favorite little Mom and Pop restaraunts in the city, Mr. Joe's Cafe. And I knew we'd sit and talk over heaping plates of pasta (Arrabiata for him, Spinach Ravioli for me) and just enjoy being together. Cause the thing is...I have a really good Dad. He's supportive and consistent and I've never- not for one moment- doubted the fact that he loves me a whole lot. And the older I get, the more I realize what I always thought was normal-Dad-behavior is actually very rare. I've bragged on him before and I guarantee you I'll brag on him again (probably sooner than later for that matter). But it must be done...he is just that wonderful. And I'm very, very thankful.