Every year around this time we break out a sad face pic. Pop was on tour and we were none too happy about it. 

Whenever we need something built. Anything. Papo is the man. He builds cars, swing sets, houses, everything. You know this. This photo shows what you can’t always express. You Appreciate him. So much. 

We go out to lunch. Just the two of us. It’s magical. Everytime. Well, except those times when it isn’t (antsy). Most of the time…magical. You’re like a little lady. We sit and chat and discuss ideas. You’re my favorite lunch date. Bar none.