I know it's sentimental. Ok.. totally, disgustingly mushy.. and I'm sorry. Really I am.
But I wanted to post some of my favorite pictures.
And a poem. He'll tease me about this. I know it. But he'll also smile later when he thinks about it.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life! and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
Happy Father's Day Punk. I love you!
And if you tease me.. I'll be even mushier next year.