True love is painting a portrait of your hero on a rock, and offering it to him as a gift on Father’s Day.
True love is wearing the same expressions coincidentally.
To an endless source of comfort, wisdom and strength. To warm hands and an even warmer heart. To sincerity in its truest form. To selflessness in its most inspiring. To a man who taught me to wonder, to show compassion, and to set my hopes high. To the man who stabilized the ladder. To a silly sense of humor. To the songs he hummed while he brushed his teeth.
To my Father, a most brilliant and loving man who will never be forgotten, I dedicate this and every day.