Walker,
What a year.
O. The places you will go!
Buses, planes, cars and boats. So many adventures!
I could summarize the year with a clever rhyme
but not this time.
Rather I shall write about you.
Now you are an adult.
You have been of course.
But 21 is really it.
After all you could rent a car now.
I love watching who you have become.
With each year you find out more of who you are
and what you love.
Your love of camp shows through.
Your love of new places to explore.
Your love to be the tour guide to show us the places you know.
I adore all of that about you.
I hope that for many years to come I can find a new street corner, to stand next to you, while we set off on another adventure.
Love Dad.
