During my last year of grad school my dad was working nights and we barely saw each other during the week. We kept a notebook where we wrote each other a daily note, whether it was encouraging, loving, a quick doodle or a funny memory.

One of my favorites from him was, “Happy Friday! I love you so much. We are blessed to have a daughter like you in our lives. I cleaned snow off your car. Please drive slow.”
Love always, Tata