I was going to write about the banana bread I just made, but realizing that tomorrow is Dad’s Day, banana bread was vetoed for dad.  You hear that, Dad?  I vetoed my gratitude for banana bread.  This is a big deal.

Where do I begin.  How do you swallow a love so grand and type it out in minuscule Garamond (that’s this font, apparently - yes, I looked it up).  How do you even begin to express gratitude for your most favorite person in the universe? I don’t know. I actually don’t.  It feels too big.  Ok.  Let me say this.

Aside from his groundedness, his care, the gentle and affirming way he loves me unconditionally — aside from his brilliance, talent, and the ease at which he seems to put everyone who has the honor of meeting him — aside from his delicious cooking, contagious laugh, and the strength that unfolds from every breath and step and thoughtful word…  Aside from ALL of this, I am most grateful for what we share in this.  

You and your dad thinking the same shit is funny, 27 years later, is an invaluable gift.  I am so grateful.

Happy Dad’s Day, Dad!  I love you to the moon.

Choppin’ Broccolehhhhh,

L

PS:  Just for good measure: “There’s a lady that I know, and if I didn’t know her, she’d be the lady, that I didn’t know.”  Geeeenius.