I love to hold your hand or just watch it move while you talk or sing or hold my face to kiss it.
And I won't move or turn away or want you to stop.
Your smile, I can’t help but smile when you smile.
Your arms around me in a hug or throwing one long heavy arm over my shoulder and pulling me close and squishy. And I smile feeling shy and happy wanting to smile bigger but still look cool walking down the street under your long arm never wanting you to let go.
Dinners are the most fun with you, more than any other person I know.
Making me at least try everything as a little girl and now not liking to share from your plate.
But I just try anyway without asking and you poke at my hand with your fork saying "Get away from my fooooood!"
You know how to dine from appetizers with martinis to dessert with expresso and sambuca with conversations about you to jokes about me.
You are fucking funny, maybe not to everybody but to me, with a humor that is off center or cutting or silly or loud.
I love your humor always making me laugh even when things are serious.
And when you're telling me something you see in me or my sisters or something that moves you, it always makes me speechless with a lump in my throat.
When you're serious I listen.
When you need advice I talk.
When you give advice I take it.
And when I need you you stop everything and are there 100% making me feel like the most important person in the world.
And when you need me dad there is absolutely nothing I wouldn't do for you.