Fathers are not born. They are made with lots of kisses, lots of hugs, lots of treats that mommy does not approve, popcorn and movies, long walks and piggyback rides, bedtime reading, mint chocolate chip ice cream, unasked for advice, and a few teaspoons of discipline. And David is the best.
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Thank you, my dear, for that wonderful (though embarrassing) tribute. I am such a lucky guy!
Love you.
David
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