Last week was Valentine's Day, and today we went to Grandmom's house to celebrate Granddad. It's been 3 years since he died, and I have just been thinking how precious our time really is. Grandmom mentioned how much she still misses him when she is singing alone in church. She really loves him. And I really love you. I love listening to you sing. I love making and eating dinner with you. I love holding your hand while we walk. I love waking up in the middle of the night and knowing you're there. I love talking about our dreams and plans for the future. I love laughing with you. I love watching you be a dad. I love it when you tell me all about work today and what you're hoping to accomplish. I love that you try to be your best self. I love that you take me and the kids to church then take care of Elsie and Luke because I'm too nervous about my lesson to think about anything else. I love your smile and your attitude. What I'm trying to say is, Thank you for being you. I love you lots.