His love is unconditional

Sorry I've been light on posting actual content about my existence lately. Guess I've felt a little pulled in all directions. To keep you on the edge of your seat (totally kidding here) I've put a snippet of an email from my dad I received last night. To say that I adore this man, would be an understatement. Mostly because he's insane, but in a good way.

From Dad:

Well, I'll look forward to c-ing yew when yew arrive,and yew won't recognize Grandma. She's signed up to run in the Lane House high hurdles, yew go down the hall with yer walker an step over some pencils. So there's that. I loves yew unconditionally as long as you don't pull any stupid shit, dad.