I love your dark brown eyes. I have loved them since the first day that they looked up at me 30 years, 8 months, and one day ago.

I love the way that your face lights up when you recognize joy on someone else’s face.

I love how you speak up for people who are not able to speak up for themselves.

I love your passion for learning and that you always have an interest you are pursuing.

I love the linguistic part of your brain, both how languages work and how to work a language.

I love your sense of humor. 

I love that you are humble and kind, and I love when you know that you are worth speaking up for.

I love when you spend time with me, when you call me, and when you send me letters.

I love you and I always will, Son. No matter what.