Popsicle,
thank you for being a wonderful daddy. thank you for letting me bug you while you watch your sports games and for always letting me be on the same side. thank you for taking care of all the boring businessy stuff of life, like taxes and cars and insurance. thank you for letting me call you "popsicle" and for calling me "icesicle" in return. thank you for being so patient and supportive when you taught me to drive my car and retaught me how to ride a bike. thank you for not giving up on me, even when my grades land in the toilet, my tears land five states away and my bank account lands in the valley of steep and scary. thank you for your playful teasing, it is a good way that i always know that you love me. thank you for checking up on me and for your emails and text messages and phone calls.
thanks for being my daddy, and for letting me be your daughter.
love, icesicle.
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