For nineteen years you have cared for me, and loved me the way a good father should.
I'm afraid of realizing too late how well you treated me, and forever regretting not telling you sooner.
So I'm just going to say this the best way I can:
I really, really love you.
This isn't the kind of "I love you" that just gets passed around like our Tupperware containers. Honest to goodness I mean it. I love how much you want to be in my life. I love how you stay up late working so I can go to school. I love how you take the precious time out of your busy schedule to take me places. I love your never-ending support and concern for my life.
I love how you love me.
Thanks for posing for a picture with me this morning. It really meant a lot.