I wrote a note for Dad on a fox postcard and shoved it inside a crossword puzzle book that we gave him as a gift. I wonder if he will ever read it :)
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Another year.
Another birthday.
And there are still things you need, whether you think it’s true or not.
I know, because as a dad myself, they’re true for me as well.
They get lost in the mix of all the things.
They got lost in the whirlwind of life.
And it’s important for you to know because, let’s face it, we’re not getting any younger.
So for the moment, while I have your attention…
Thank YOU.
For everything.
This life.
My world.
None of it exists without you and I’m grateful.
Everyday.
I love you.
We don’t say it.
But we feel it.
And as I write these words with a little tear in my eye…I know nothing truer.
Happy birthday Dad.
Happy Birthday Dad!
The wild...
The wild overtook him that night...
...and he ran thru the inky blackness, howling and laughing with a sparkler in his hand.
Sometimes...
Sometimes I'll stare at an image for a long time.
Like him, staring at me here.
Nothing to see here...
Him with his face pressed up against the glass.
Me framing us up.
Nothing to see here.
Everything to see here.