It's late, I know.
Thank you for knowing me even before I knew myself.
Thank you for being a man of gentle strength and loving me unconditionally.
Thank you for loving my quirks, my strangeness, my rage and for riding out the silliness on (at least) a weekly basis.
Thank you for reading books out loud to me at night (and for doing the characters' voices).
Thank you for walking the dogs everyday, twice a day.
Thank you for building me a rainbow-colored harlequin garden shed so I do not have to see one of those fabricated red barns every day.
Thank you for making me happy and being who you are.
I love you, Valentine.
