The grass isn't always greener on the other side, it might just greener in different patches. Every time I go home, I find a bit more of home to love, to appreciate that I seem to have overlooked in my 23 years there. I'm just so thrilled to be able to see and appreciate these things a little more each time. This time home, my sister Iris and I took May and my dad to the Washington State Brewing Festival down at Marymoore Park for Father's Day, which turned out to be SUCH A HIT (because we are awesome daughters, naturally). I hope all your father's are there for you as mine has been for me. I think fathers often shape our lives in the more subtle ways. Traditionally, the father is one at work and the mother is the one working at home, which happened to be quite the case for us. Baba Sun spent more than half his time traveling for work, but even with the lesser time spent together, you've managed to offer me peace in my heart, support with your words, and confidence with your actions as if you were by my side all the time. You’re one of the kindest, humblest, and most honorable people in this world. I don’t need to know every father in the world to know that you’re the best I could ever hope for. For every relationship is different, and life comes with uncertainties, but this I know is the real thing. Happy Father’s Day to one of the greatest.