He is the fresh morning dew after a cool, summer night and the twinkle in your eye when something makes you happy. He is the song in your heart as you leave school on a Friday and the buds on the pear tree, poking their premature heads out to explore the sunshine. He is the crunch of the leaves in the fall, brittle and brown. He is the wind that carries a thousand beautiful melodies of old. He is the love you feel.
He is the creator of this and so much more.
and I get to call him Daddy.
Love.
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