When I was in the fourth grade, I made an envelope out of pieces of paper stapled together and I colored the words "Jessica's Mailbox" on it. I taped it to my bedroom door. Every day, I raced home from the bus stop to see if I received any "mail." And every day, I discovered little notes written by my dad that always made my day.

I had a really hard day yesterday; it was awful before I even climbed out of bed. When I got home from school, I found a pack of gum lying on my pillow with a note duct-taped to it:

"Jessie,
Hope you had a good day. Love you lots.
Dad! :)"

I really, really love my dad. It has taken me a long time to say that, but it's true.