after all these years and having become a father myself, you’d think it would get easier: that all i have to say to you would come out naturally and effortlessly. but it doesn’t, it gets choked up. how can i tell you, i mean really tell you, what you’ve meant and mean to me? how can i ever tell you about the things i hope you and i will do together in the future as father and son? how can i explain to you in details the things i imagine you’ll teach your grand children. these are all very difficult things to say, to write because there are never the right words to say everything that i really want to say. but i want to say this, at the very least: you’re my father and i am very proud of you. i am very lucky to have what i have in front of me, but i am extraordinarily fortunate to have you beside me.