He’s The Man

Sometimes, I wish we were not as reticent, that we could openly banter or even gibber about life, our lives, that is. At other times, I thank God for that innate trait of yours. I am counting my blessings for the times you serenaded love songs to me with your lips clasped.

For getting the fused bulbs changed before I’m home, and washing up the dishes after me at odd hours.

Thanks, Dad.
Even though you will not be reading this. You showed me what love is in a different dimension.

Love,
Your Daughter