Dad, I wish you were here to celebrate your birthday (your 45th, right). I'd toast you with a glass of wine. What would I say? Perhaps I'd say thanks for driving for hours on Saturdays to watch me not win cross country meets. Or I guess I could go with a thanks for introducing me to your special pizza (white bread, ketchup and American cheese) yum! Maybe I should thank you for taking me to Europe where I discovered English cider (who knew it was alcoholic?) I suppose I could thank you for sacrificing sleep to help me solve algebra equations.
Anyway, whatever I else I might say, it would certainly end with a "thank you." So, I guess that's what I'll write.
Thanks for being my dad.
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