First of all, thank you for reading my blog all these years. My pink, girlie, topics-that-have-nothing-to-do-with-your-life blog. I forget sometimes that you read it regularly, and then you write in a letter something very specific about a certain post and I am blown away.
Thank you for buying and reading all of my books. Again, my girlie, books-that-have-nothing-to-do-with-what-you’re-going-through books. And thank you for buying sometimes lots of copies. Thank you for checking my Amazon ranking and thinking I had sold a million copies of Unraveling. Bless your wishful-thinking heart.
Thank you for putting me through college.
Thank you for supporting me through my divorce.
Thank you for loving my kids so deeply and texting them, even if they don’t always text you back.
Thank you for giving me your sense of humor. Though not everyone is a fan of sarcasm, I sure am, and I am grateful that we have that in common.
Thank you for your legacy of generosity, not just with me and my children, but with the countless number of people you have blessed lavishly – charities and people who are so much better off because you’re in the world and you chose to pass on what you’ve earned. It’s a beautiful example to your children and grandchildren to think of others more than yourself.
Thank you for being protective of me and reminding a person or two that you “know a guy”, whether you really do or not.
I am grateful that you are my father. I am grateful for your love and support.
I love you, Dad. Happy 70th Birthday.