I love everything about you. I love being your dad. The blur of the last 18 years felt purposeful, special, and memorable. It has been cherished. I can’t believe your childhood is over. I’m at peace.

You’re ready for life without me, but I’m overjoyed that you’re not without me yet. I overflow with pride to see who you are, and who you are still becoming. I love that you’re a lot like me, but a much better version. You have a special drive, one that exceeds mine. I want to prove something to myself and the world. I have a humongous chip on my shoulder. I beat myself up over the little things.

Your greatness just naturally pours out of you. You’re comfortable in your skin. You’re ok with being shy and awkward. You love others just because you love them. It comes easy to you and not out of obligation. You serve because you enjoy serving.

I’m finished officially raising you. I’ve told others this year that I feel like we landed the plane on the runway smoothly. But I guess from your perspective, the plane is just now taking off. I can’t wait to see where you go and what you’ll do.

I can pat myself on the back about these things. You know who I am. I’ve tried to hold nothing back. I’ve been there for you. I will always be here for you one way or another. I’m not just your dad anymore. I’m your peer. I’m your friend. But you’ll always be my boy. I am so damn proud of you.