Today I am grateful for my Father in law. He is a traditional man of strong values, is soft spoken, entirely loving and unconditionally supportive. I am so lucky to have him in my life, and so I bake him pies. As I mix up my special supremely buttery pie crust, I think of him. I am pouring all of my gratitude into this pie. I want it to be chock full of sweet, juicy thanks. I want it to radiate from his plate as I serve his slice. Nothing pleases me more than to bake and cook the special treats my loved ones enjoy. For Dick it is always pie. Tomorrow it will be blackberry, which I understand is a pie from his childhood days in Indiana. I hope it brings him happy memories of carefree days playing in cornfields. I hope it makes him think of his youth with his many siblings, teeth stained purple from ripe berries. I hope he remembers his mother and the pies she made for him. I hope he knows that the pie means "I love you".
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