Dear Lincoln,
I love how you will remember a conversation and repeat it back in a completely different context. Today in the car, while Papa was filling up the gas tank, you were saying over and over to yourself, "Honor Mama and Papa". Only, after repeating it again and again the words started to slur together and get jumbled so by the time Papa got back in the car you were saying, "Mama honor Papa". Pat and I laughed and so you said it again. Papa affirmed this with a, "That's right! Mama honors Papa". I gave a smile; though it was being jested about, it was true. Then your Papa said, "And Papa loves Mama!" Which you eagerly copied as well. I'm so glad that you have a father that will not only love you, but teach you how to love. And I'm so thankful that I get to watch the whole thing with front row seats.
Like Father, like son, I love you.
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