This post has nothing to do with Africa, and everything to do with the reason I am here. 

Dear Dad,

Happy Birthday! I can't tell you how bad I wish you were right here beside me so I could give you a big hug and tell you that I love you. I hope Mom got you a good present because I know how much presents mean to both of you! (Hahaha, that's a big joke for everyone that doesn't know my parents.)

I know you've heard me say this before when I talk about Africa, but you and Mom play a huge part of why I'm here to begin with. I'm in Liberia this summer because I want children to know that there is a God that loves them unconditionally. That God's love is something that never ends, and despite what we sometimes think, never lessens. I want them to know that they are not forgotten. That they mean enough to God that He will send people half way across the world to hold them and tell them that they are loved. I know that their little heads don't comprehend all that yet, but when they look back on their life, I want them to know that He provided for them. 

The only reason I know what it means to be loved unconditionally is because you and Mom have showed me. Day after day, for 20 years, you have been a living example of what unconditional love means. I have never once gone to bed wondering if I meant something to someone. You and Mom are the reason I know what it means to be loved day in and day out, no matter what conditions, no matter what circumstances. 

I know you don't think you're anything special, and you probably don't think you've been a perfect parent, but you're my hero just the way you are. Thank you for always, always being there. For taking care of me when I'm sick. For telling me I don't look pretty gossiping, and telling me not to stress so much. For letting me figure life out myself, even when you already know what's best for me. For showing me what humility looks like. For being the best husband, Dad, and man I've ever met. 

I love you so much, Dad!