I forgot how nice it is to truly spend time with my dad. I missed this.

As always, when we go walking, the childhood memories come flowing back:
Where he would walk, I would run to keep up. What he would step over easily, I would have to climb. Just trying to walk in the footsteps he would leave in the dirt would make me feel closer to him. And it still does.

He's a hard man to talk to, my dad, and when we walk it always seems to open him up. I get to see the guy behind all the stern words. I get to see my Dad.

So when he asked me out of the blue if I wanted to spend the day with just him, how could I say no?

This is for the fun we had that day, and I hope he enjoyed it as much as me. Thanks dad, I've missed this.

Love,
Ed