To the best guy I know, my best friend for life. The guy who makes me laugh all the time, the one I see myself in. To the only guy I can play tennis with (competitively) and still manage to smile and laugh if I'm losing. To the other dutch cheese head and orange t-shirt wearing deJong. The guy who taught me how to kick my first soccer ball and coached all my games. To the mediator in my teen years when my mom and I would disagree. To the coach who took me to the only hill in town so that one day I would be quick, and I was. To the guy whose shoulder I cried on and whose advice I still seek out. The guy who fixed (and still fixes) anything broken or in need of repair. The guy who walked me down the aisle and gave me away. To my dad, the one who told me I could always come home ... and I did ... and I'm so happy to be back. Love you dad with all my heart :) Happy Birthday ... next year I hope to be eating at Febo in Amsterdam and having some pitat frite for your birthday :)Love, your little girl :)
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