My dad? He's a good guy.


Three days of the week, my dad packs a lunch for my mother before she heads off to work. Because my parents are still madly in love, my dad still writes her a little "Post-It Poem" or note with every lunch. Though, on second thought, maybe the latter contributes to the former.

In any case, I found this written on a Post-It note on the counter recently, sticking out of my mom's lunch bag...

You're smart and sweet and kind and funny and beautiful and godly and forgiving and sexy and loving and lovable and diligent and reliable and truthful and fair and gorgeous and nice and faithful and true and no matter how small I write, there's never enough room.

I would consider myself lucky to find a guy who said half as many nice things about me after twenty-five years of marriage.