H, you touched my feelers tonight.

I don’t know if it was my disposition, the week I had, or somewhere in between.

Anyway. It was late. Everyone was getting ready for bed.

And I had plopped down in the living room recliner and was zoned out staring at my phone.

You walked past me headed toward your room.

When you came up behind me though you slowed down. You put one hand on the back of my neck, and kissed me on the top of my head.

I was stunned (for some reason?) and started to tear up!

Gosh, what is wrong with me…

Thank you for loving me.

I love you doosie.

-Dad