My dad told me a few years back that he had long ago made a pact with himself to talk whenever one of us girls wanted to talk. So if it was late at night, he'd never say "oh gee, I'm tired, let's talk about this in the morning." Or at least that's my memory of what he told me. I've never forgotten that, and I can remember countless conversations at the past-midnight mark. Most recently on the last night of my trip home in April, I got a text from Andrew (who wasn't there) at 11pm, saying, "enjoy your last night, I'm sure you're up talking with your Dad." Yes in fact I was up talking with mom and dad.
Thanks to them both for all the years of time and late nights they have given,
and particularly today, on Father's Day, thanks to my Dad,
who luckily doesn't need that much sleep anyway!
Thanks to them both for all the years of time and late nights they have given,
and particularly today, on Father's Day, thanks to my Dad,
who luckily doesn't need that much sleep anyway!
I love you!



