I think about you every time I listen to Barbara Streisand, Johnny Mathis, Frank Sinatra, and Glenn Miller. I think about you every time I call my littlest son's name: Edward. When I read my Patriarchal blessing, I'm reminded of how lucky I am to have you as a father. When I call you, blubbering my brains out about how much I think I stink (not in a b.o. sort of way), you always say, "You're a real winner, Katy." Remember how you had to tell me that a few months ago? What would I do without you?
Happy Father's Day.