When I was a kid my father took my siblings and I to Disney World and one memory in particular stuck with me. We were riding some small green dragon roller coaster which was for little kids. I was maybe 11 or 12 at the time, and even for me it wasn't very exciting, but I got on anyways, and it was fun. After the ride we ran up to our dad who was waiting for us as we got off, and he had this huge smile on his face, ear to ear, and I remember being so confused. The ride wasn't that great for me, so I asked my dad why he was so happy. He replied instantly, "Seeing you guys happy makes me happy", and he meant it. Then he put his arm around my shoulder and we went on to the next ride.

That was the first time it hit me that my dad was a great dad.