There's
something like a line of gold thread running through a man's words when
he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be
long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that
feels like love itself.
~John Gregory Brown, Decorations in a Ruined Cemetery, 1994~
You have woven me a blanket of love Daddy!
Thank you for all of the lessons you have taught me.
For learning how to love, how to be patient, and how to be a good parent.
I wish I could put into words how much I love and appreciate you!
Happy 70th birthday!
I love you so much!
