Dad: Because I can, my little monkey angel, and watch your mouth. Mostly because five years from when I took this picture, this is what you make my head feel like on a daily basis.
Connor: Just remember, I'm only five.
Dad: I know, honey. Even when I forget and I get mad at you, I always remember. And when I shower you with kisses before bed and explain just how much I love you, know that daddy's let his insecurities and need to be a better father eat away a little more of his soul but that the pain is worth it, because you are worth it. Daddy lives in constant fear of screwing you up, baby, but he's trying. And please understand that even though you make my face feel like that sometimes, most of the time I have to hold my chest to keep my heart from bursting with the joy you give me.
Connor: Ok, daddy. That took you a long time to type.
Dad: Yes it did.
Connor: You should go dry your face so you can shave and go to work now.
Dad: Thanks, hon, I will. And I'll try not to wake you when I sneak into your room for one last kiss before I go to work.