For loving all of me.
For lost bets.
New York teams.
For an addiction to ink.
And changing my opinion about The Beatles.
Twizzlers on Valentine's Day.
And for making me a perfume girl.
For sticking with me through all my hair colors.
All my impulsive puppy adoptions.
All my spazz moments.
All my messes, in the house and the truck.
Thanks for kisses on my forehead.
Phone calls every day.
And the occasional energy drink.
For Johnny Cash.
And your beautiful family.
And most of all, our babies.
Thank you for being an exceptional father.