Notes to my father

When I was a little kid, I started leaving my dad secret notes for him to find later. I think I started doing it because he would go away on business trips often, and be gone for days at a time, and I always liked the idea of him finding a special note from me tucked into his briefcase or the pocket of his coat.

The other day my dad sent me an email telling me that he was taking up playing the guitar again, and that he had retrieved his old black guitar case from his attic. When he opened it, he found this note tucked inside:

I think I must have been practicing writing in cursive. I have no memory at all of writing this note, but it gave me a good chuckle when I saw it.