Well it's Father's Day. You'll probably not even see this but I've bragged about Mom before and even though you've always said don't embarrass the family I'm willing to run that risk in this post about you. You know, of all the people in all in the world, in all the generations and circumstances I could have been born in, Heavenly Father sent me to you. There are probably many reasons for that so I think I'll list out a few.

He sent me to you to dance in the kitchen, sing for grandma, clean up after hurricanes, and pay a quarter for every shoe I did not put away.

He sent me you to try cheese curds, sauerkraut, weird mustard, pickled okra, circus peanuts, and yes ice cream sandwiches.
He sent me to you to learn how to punch and then tell me I can't do it to my brothers, to recognize the tune to That Easter Morn, and how to properly and consistently answer the phone with "Oh how are you?....I can't complain."
He sent me to you to sing my address, learn that I was always always wrong and to be really good at losing at Yahtzee, and Rook.
But I think He really sent me to you to better know and understand Him.

Because of you I know Him for you have been his hands to me everyday of my life. Thanks for always being there! Happy Father's Day Dad!
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