My dad made me a pie for my birthday.
A strawberry-rhubarb pie, to be exact. With a lattice-top crust, just the way I wanted it.
My dad doesn't do a lot of baking, and this was his very first pie. It came out beautifully and oh so yummy. But even if it hadn't turned out so well, it still would have been absolutely perfect.
Because it had "I Love You" written all over it.
Guess what, Dad?
I love you, too.