Dear Butch,

I emailed you last night at midnight telling you Happy Valentine's Day. You emailed me back this morning and it said, "Well when you sent that, it was already technically Valentine's Day here, so I guess I screwed up big time, I'm sorry."

Honey, don't be sorry. The fact that you even said it makes my day so much brighter.

Happy Valentine's Day, snow cone dad. =]

Love always,
Snow Cone Daughter.