Papa, remember this photo? It was the day you drove me around to all of my race checkpoints making sure that I could safely portage my kayak at night. You made me feel so safe, supported, and loved. Know that I love it when you send me blurry cell phone photos of sunsets while you're driving, when you email me recipes for homemade limeades, and when Mr. McFeely delivers me newspaper clippings of the the largest catfish caught on the Missouri River. I love that you remind me to make time for watching meteor showers at midnight, to be kind to everyone I meet (esp toll booth workers), and to buy thrifted kitchen gadgets so my homemade pickles can have ridges. I love that you call to tell me when the Cowboy's are playing, if you burn your coconut cream pie, and when to put new line on my spinning reel. You also write me the greatest letters. Oh, the goodness of your letters ...
So thankful for our lunch at The Peanut 5 years ago that changed everything. Love you more than Boulevard Brewery tours, Moon & Stars watermelon at Alligator Cove, and pumpkins grown in your community garden for Tim.
Happy Father's Day, Papa.
I love you!