Letters to my Father

My daughter got me a little book for Christmas. It contains 13 hand-written letters from her. One for Christmas Day, and one for each month of the following year.

I cried on Christmas Day.

I’ve been savoring the thought of what January’s letter might hold. She finally called me on it tonight.

I don’t know what I did to deserve her, but she is one of the most amazing people I’ve been fortunate to get to know, ever.

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