one of my very first memories is of brushing my teeth in the bathroom with my dad. i remember watching him and wanting to be able to hold all of the toothpaste spit in my mouth like he did.

there are so many other things i want to be able to do just like he does.

and he billeded this totally awesome amazing treehouse. you wouldn’t believe it if you saw it. there was a waterslide and everything!

happy father’s day, dad. stop telling people you have no idea where my smarts came from and start patting yourself on the back. after all, you were the one encouraging me to read Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn when i was 13. you also get full credit for my photography addiction, sense of adventure, and impeccable style.

love,
Your Eldest XO

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