Sorry this is late. I've been out of town, as you know. And anyway, I take great consolation in knowing you probably won't read this till you get internet at the new house, Mom checks my blog, and tells you it's here ;)
I'm always reminded of a song from the I'm a Mormon collection by Janeen Brady way back in the early 1980's called, My Dad. It details how wonderful the singer's father is.
My Dad's the biggest guy,
And my Dad's the strongest guy,
And my Dad's the nicest guy of any guy in town.
He can do anything,
He'll fix your bike or fly your kite,
Cause my Dad, my Dad's the greatest guy around.
He can throw a ball so high you think it's gonna break the sky;
He knows the name of every kind of jet; (vroooooooom)
He can add up any sum;
He always has money for bubble gum.
I haven't figured how he does it yet.
My Dad's the smartest guy,
And my Dad's the bravest guy,
And my Dad's the neatest guy.
It's positively so.
Maybe I'll introduce you,
Then you'll know that it's the truth that
My Dad, my Dad's the greatest guy you know.
Ok, so you never really threw a ball so high I thought it was going to touch the sky, and you didn't know the name of every kind (or any kind!) of Jet.
My Dad's still the greatest guy in town!
And you did teach me to fly a kite. I remember it went so high that the string broke.
And, famously, you through ME so high Mom thought you'd break the sky. Or at least break your daughter.
I love you.