i love how when my dad and i talk on the phone the first thing he says (after hello) is ‘i love you.’

most people wait till the end of the conversation to slip in the sentiment, but not baba.

it’s the first thing out of his mouth when he sees me, as well.

i love that he’s the reason i love books. he gifted me more love than i ever knew was possible and with other people’s words.

i’ve never had a bigger fan or a more emphatic cheerleader.

i don’t know how i got so lucky.

..but i’m damn grateful for my great fortune.

i love you back.