Dear Butch,

Believe it or not, you got military leave to come home from Ft. Gordon to work at the fair this year. I nearly died -- my snow cone daddy was coming HOMMMEEEE for the fair!!

It was an amazing week. I got to spend everyday with you that week, and we worked at the stand, just like we were supposed to. You kicked my cousin out because you couldn't afford two extra workers, and you told me I had first priority for hours. Then you thought I was mad because you couldn't afford to have Kate work. You bombarded me with questions and begged me not to be mad at you. You told me I meant the world to you and that I was one of your best friends.

You are one of the most amazing people I know. You are genuine, kind, sincere and soo funny. You took me under my wing when my parents seemed to have abandoned me. You keep me on the right track in life, and I can't thank you enough.

You keep me going.

You left this morning. I miss you already. Hopefully you can leave Ft. Gordon in a few weeks and come home and have your surgery. I need you here, so much more.

Love always,
Little Girl

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