It's your birthday. Normally on your birthday I'd tell you happy birthday. This year, it's thank you. I still melt into the knobby kneed, scraggly haired, eight-year-old version of myself whenever you give me a big bear hug or whenever I call you for a word or two of encouragement or advice. You're my confidant, my friend, and my biggest fan. And I know that I have a bit of stiff competition from my brother and sister, but I'd venture to say I'm your biggest fan, too.
You're one of a kind. The guy I still consider to be the "big guy" in my life. Luke is the guy I'm living with now, the guy responsible for looking after me and keeping up with me (don't worry, he's doing pretty well). I love him and it means the world to me that you do, too. But I also love that you know that you never have to compete with him. As some would put it, he's the "man in my life", but you know that you'll always be the guy who looked after me and kept up with me from day one. Good job, Dad. And thank you.
Maybe one day when you're older I'll share my blog with you. For now, I think you're a little too young.
Love you,
Lannie Lee
this is adorable. - Em
ReplyDeletethe only problem with your blog is that I try to read everything in my limerick voice, which is a bit more sing-songy. This amazing letter to your dad is less amazing that way. I don't recommend it.
ReplyDelete