My dad is a man of few words. What he does say I hold dear.
For my 37th birthday, he sent me this note (which I framed and hung in my room).
It makes me smile because 1) he went out and found an actual wood chip for the chip 2) it reminds me that he is proud of me and that he sees some of him in me.
The best gifts have nothing to do with their cost or usefulness, but how they strike a chord in our souls. This one did for me. Thanks, dad.
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