Dear Dad.

Daddio,

For the mornings spent hunting for hidden gold boxes and the nights spent being chased around the dining room table in peals of laughter. For the summer nights spent draped across your lap and your weekly ritual of tallying the new additions to my freckled face. For the enthusiastic sideline cheers from the bleachers and heartfelt standing ovations from the audience. For those precious times spent driving through town-- windows down, arms gesturing wildly-- while simultaneously belting the most recent Backstreet Boys track to passerby at the top of our lungs. And for keeping that incredible magic alive these past 23 years... thank you.

You've never stopped making me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

Happy Father's Day, Dad. Today & every day.
I love you.

Your Lizzie xox