Dear Liz,
I love you. That's my world sugared down to three words. Now let me expand that a bit. I love you, because you are part of me, because you are part of Trudie, because you are part of Grampa, Grammy, PaPa, and NaNa. I love you because you are YOU, with a little bit of all these people that I love. You are Liz Baker, a person with incredible character and love. I have been, and always will be, proud of you for this reason. Everything else, sometimes important, sometimes not so much, is simply window dressing.
A wise old Marine buddy of mine once told me, after you were born, to never wish your daughter to be great, famous, super intelligent, wealthy or beautiful. Instead, wish her to be happy and satisfied with who she is, who she is with, and what she does in life.
If you had recieved "C's" all the way through school instead of "A's", I would have been proud. I'm proud of your drawings and artistic ability, but I would still be proud if you couldn't even draw bath water. I'm proud of you getting into Holy Cross and keep plugging away, But I would be just as proud of you if you got into Lyndon State or Massachusetts Bay Community College where I went. I would be proud if you were still working for the lawyers.
Just being you is enough for me. I love you! (all the way to the moon and back)
Dad. (and I wear this name with pride.)
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