I remember when we went to the Eastern State Penitentiary for Halloween with Kel***. "Monsters Be Good!!". What a time! I remember when we went to Ireland to have our family reunion, and we crashed that wedding and danced together on the stage for an hour. I remember when I lost my license and you were willing to drive down 70 miles to pick me up. And then there was that time that I got arrested.
When my laptop got stolen, who helped me get another one? When I needed someone to listen, who was always there for me? I was bitter that you were never home when I was young, but you worked like heck to pay the bills. When I needed a place to live, who let me stay at her house? There was that time that my diapers were wet, when I wouldn't eat my broccoli, when I got into a fight with that kid in grade school, when I failed my algebra exam...
There is nothing that can take away the times that we've had together. You're not perfect, but neither am I. Your love means everything to me. The world would be a cold and dark place without it.
You once said that all love is conditional. There is nothing that could possibly make me love you any less-- no matter how angry I get in one night, know that I will always be there for you.
You once said after September 11th that you wanted to join the military. I asked what would happen if you died, and you said that we would cry at first, but we would eventually get over it. I cried so hard-- nothing could be further from the truth. There is no one in the world that could ever take your place. I will love you forever, no matter what I say : ) I have no doubt that Kel*** and A** do too. Don't ever forget that...
"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two."