This is my dad...
And, dad, as I look back on the twenty-something years you've been my father, I find there are many, many, MANY things I'm grateful for.
I'm thankful that you played in the rocks with us! 
I'm thankful that you always knew how to get us out of a pickle!
Ewww, dad! That's gross! Thankful is not the word I would use to describe how I felt when you chased me around the beach holding crawdads. I guess I should be thankful that's all you did. I suppose it could've been worse! 
I'm thankful that you cook good! Real, REAL good!
I'm thankful that you taught me how to enjoy the peace and quiet!
I'm thankful that you taught me how to fish. And I'm thankful that you don't make me cut the worm in half with my fingernail, or put the worm on the hook, or touch, or gut, or cook the fish! And I'm sure thankful that you let me eat it!
And I'm thankful that you'll be my dad for eternity!
(Yes, you have to put up with me for THAT long!)
I love you, dad!
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