This weekend I didn't get the chance to say this and it made me real sad and it's something I should say a lot more. But you know I'm no good with words or anything. I guess it's a little easier to write it out than say it because if I screw up I can press the button that erases it. You can't do that face to face.
What the hell I'm already messing this all up
Anyway, I love you. I always have, even before you were born. You're the most important thing there is in my life and if that poison was real and the antidote was fake I would have been lost for the rest of my life, I think. I'm real proud of you. You're growing up well and I guess it won't be long before you don't really need me to protect you or anything. You're great at cooking and if that's what you want to do, go for it.
This whole thing probably sounds dumb. I'm not good at this kind of thing. You don't have to go telling anybody about this... Got to keep up the manly image, after all.
Don't think you're getting away without a bear hug next time I see you in the halls.