For my Dad...
Something quite profound hit me on Father's Day this year. I've watched over the years how wonderfully my dad treats my mom. He holds her high on this pedistal and quietly sits below and guards her and protects her and loves her. I realized that more than it is about how he treats her, it is about him showing us (his three girls) the way we should be treated.
Lucky for me, I am treated this very same way (except the quiet part).
You are my rock. I lean on you for many things...at times, too many things. You are always thinking of ways to help me, to make my life easier. You prove day in and day out that you would do anything for me. Thank you.
I love you.
p.s. What they say is true: I'm always a day (or two) late and a dollar (or two) short!