Dear Papi,
Your birthday has come again. As I reread this post, I realized everything I said is as true as the day I wrote it.

Yes, that is a lazy way of regifting the same blog post to you.

But no, really. The only difference is that we’ve both grown. We’ve grown from father and daughter, which we will always be, and into friends. Thank you for always caring about my opinion and making me feel like my insight is valuable. That means so much.

I hope you have a fantastic birthday today, and I hope you enjoy the oatmeal cookies, the caramel walnut fudge brownies, and your chocolate cake (all baked fresh today! *wink*).

Happy birthday.