Daddy,

For years, your love for me and my love for you spoke a different language. Neither of us was to blame for this: life had come between us. I had to grow up to see your face clearly, to understand how much I owe you.

I only know two ways to give myself: to love, and to write. And since I already love you immensely, I gift you this book. The mystery of your tender, big heart has always been transparent.