Daddy, thank you for putting up with my door slamming and back-talking.
Thank you for marching me through those terrifying bottom-less puddles when I was little.
Thank you for putting up with my stubbornness, my just plain bullheadedness, and all my space-cadet moments.
Thank you for putting worms on my fishing hook for me so I didn’t have to.
Thank you for not getting mad when I ran over (lots of) your tree(s) with the riding lawn mower.
Thank you for talking to me when I didn’t always want to listen.
Thank you for loving me unconditionally.
And most of all? Thank you for showing me who Jesus is.
I love you, Pops.