happy father's day, Dada!

 

Dada,

For the second year in a row, we're not being with you on Father's Day. It goes without saying that we all miss you so much. So for you, a poem that Cade brought home yesterday (full of references that he has no idea what they mean):

You're the peanut to my butter
the star to my burst
the pop to my tart
the fruit to my loop
But most
importantly,
You're the
BEST to my FRIEND!
Happy Father's Day!

We love you more than any poem could ever express, and certainly more than one blog post could say. We love you more than the loops in the fruit.

PS: Past Father's Day love: 2008, 2009, 2010, 2011, 2013