Sometimes, I forget...

Dear Nicky,

I forget to say things sometimes. For instance, lately I've just been trying to document the day, and the thing is that our days are often the same, one after another, and the routine can become wearying, as I'm sure you can imagine. Rather than list the details of another pleasant but uneventful day, a typical Saturday which included going to Granny's for some halfheartedly prepared evening meal, I'd rather just mention how much I utterly love you. I know I tell you verbally all the time, but sometimes I must tell you in writing, in this solitary little journal. When you came home tonight, you came rushing over and gave me a big hug. You put up with me, you forgive me, you like me, you love me. And I will always love you more with each passing day, my darling, my dream boy.

Love,
Dad