You were a young pup when you had me.
We have grown up together in a way.
You showed me the moon and made me egg-sandwiches.
This maybe why I tend to break out in song and ditties myself.
You love trees.
Your sense-of-humor and story-telling-gifts make these
adventures part of me.
You are strong and endure.
You remind me to push myself physically and to
use-it-don't-lose-it.
Cliff jumping, endless walks, and those crater hikes
make me braver and bolder.
You are unabashedly you.
And this helps me be me.
You are my dad.
So, thank you!
1 comment:
Great post Em! I loved the pictures. Hope your pop had a good one.
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