My aunt once told me that I shouldn't marry a Korean man. When I asked her why, she said "You shouldn't think that Korean men are like your father. Your father is very kind and respects your mother."
"And he does the dishes!" I couldn't help but add.
But yikes, her statement made me scared for Korean women. Even during my Korean class, when we were learning vocabulary for personality traits, my teacher brought up the fact that Korean fathers were typically known to be 무뚝뚝 (curt, cold) and not very affectionate.
I can't say if that is true or not, but my father is definitely neither of those:
My father is generous and warmhearted and empathetic. From him I inherited a killer sense of direction and a love for trying new things in restaurants.
If only I had inherited that hair (second from the left!):
My father is a charming combination of thoughtful and forgetful. He would have been an absentminded professor had he decided to go that direction.
My father inspired me to run a marathon. But I wouldn't have been able to finish if he hadn't run the last five miles with me. My dad is very athletic:
My dad's normal facial expression is kind of serious. But his smile lights up his whole face:
Happy Father's Day to the best dad ever!