I love this.  It reminds me of something my dad would write.  Only, his would be more eloquent, and his lines would be perfectly straight, and his cursive is far more crisp.  I was telling Megs the other night how I think I'm ruined because I can't not believe in the most romantic of men... because I grew up with one.  How can I believe that men forget special dates, don't think of staring at the stars, don't love long drives, walks in the fall, sharing thoughts over coffee, and just stand and watch as you wash your face... I know too well that some in fact do.  They remember your exact words that you wrote, and tell you that they're beautiful.  They can get furious with you, and then a few minutes later apologize and hug it all away.  They write dozens and dozens of letters and send them home to their young love.  And they remember all the important dates.  They return to the spot they first met their wife, on the day, with their three daughters as well.  They forgive.  They fight.  They work hard for 40+ years at the same job, providing for their family.  They go to all your games.  And they genuinely believe you are the best one out there.  They scream at you from the sidelines.  They make you your favorite breakfast.  They sneak out to movies at the last second, in the middle of the night.  They believe in love and good men, even when their little girls start to doubt or fear.  They count shooting stars.  They drive down the coast with you, music and conversation floating out the open windows.  They think of what you'd like.  They put you first.  They write you cards, leave surprises for you, tell you that they miss you.  Tell you that a man is going to be blessed by you and unbelievably in love with you.  They make sure you lock the doors.  Know where you're going, have your cell phone.  They care - and they don't care if you know it.  I have to believe in these men.  I've watched my dad love my mom for the past 25 years.  I've heard them recount their love, crazy and messy as it's been at times.  And I've felt my dad's tangible love for me and my sisters, and many others who have needed a dad to hold them, and encourage them, and remind them that life is beautiful, and they are among the most beautiful in it.  I know, I know, and you just thought he was a grumpy old fellow, didn't you?  Well, that's what he wants you to think.  It's a lot of work loving so well.