A few days late doesn't make it less true.

Dad.

I hope you know I love you. I tell you often that I do, so you should. I am glad you were always vocal about your love for me when I was growing up, because now I have no problem being vocal about it too.

I am a confident person. I know I learned a lot of that from you. You have an innate confidence that exudes from you. That is one of the many reasons why it is so simple to look up to you, and to trust you.

I think that you are one of the most capable and intelligent men I know. Really. I have needed your help often through out my life with various issues. Issues that ranged from helping me with math assignments, resolve problems I created, or even how to cope with and understand loss. You have always provided me with sound steps towards practical solutions. You are a busy man. However never, ever, have I felt that my needs were an imposition to you. You always help (and not just me).

Thank you for loving me.
Thank you for complimenting me on my successes.
Thank you for being understanding of my failures.
Thanks for teaching me to enjoy (dare I say crave?) exercise.
Thank you for naming me after your Mom.
Thank you for referring to farts as "barking spiders", or blaming them on "the bear hiding in the bushes."
Thank you for being the devil's advocate at times when more than one viewpoint is needed.
Thank you for knowing what is really important in this life.
Thank you for having a good sense of humor.
Thank you for eating cookie dough out of the mixer, and peanut butter right out of the jar.
Thanks for all the vacations, the memories are priceless.
Thanks for being Papa to my boys. You are a great one.

Thank you for being happy and content in life. I think that is one of the most beneficial gifts parents can give to their children, and you give it well.

I am proud everyday that you are my Dad.

Helen.