Memorial Day, etm.

My daughter’s current definition of love is “My dad cooked my mom cheesesteaks outside in a freaking snowstorm. If you’re not doing that for me, I’m not interested.”

As someone who analyzes every word a person speaks like a linguistic sommelier… can I just tell you this is a potent blend of hilarious, incredible, profound, one of my proudest moments of my very existence, one of the most PA things I’ve ever heard, etm..which I learned today is the abbreviation for and shit. These are the two things I’m grateful for today.

One day a definition of freedom won’t somehow incredibly combine a parent’s definition of love and that child’s blood. And to those who have, I’m so sorry that I can say thank you on Memorial Day and everyday.

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