The most important man in my life (at the moment) turns 50 today.
He hates pop culture and American TV but still had a Desperate Housewives character named after him...
He might not know a thing about projecting films but when I was little made me feel like I was living in Cinema Paradiso.
I always say he reminds me of Homer Simpson, not because of his stupidity (my dad doesn't have a single dumb hair on his head) but because of his immense heart...
(also this picture very well exemplifies his eternal search for a theological truth)
I may not say it too often, or too much, but I'm sure he knows I love him.
He will always be my Atticus Finch.
So, everyone please proceed to wish my papa a very happy birthday.