This morning, the kids were running around like crazy...Annie's standing in the kitchen making pancakes.Hair's all messed up...her breath could've knocked a buzzard off a porta potty and...when she wasn't looking, I reached out and took the pancake syrup and...I spelled "Happy V-Day" out on her plate.She cried, you know?Do I have it all wrong?Is that what love is?butterflies in my tummy love, you know...Well, you know, it's not...but, you know, even on the bad days, you get there...you see her and the kids...and yeah, think...yeah...it's good to be home.Anyway, that's what love is to me.Yeah.Yeah.Tell the boys I need to go.Hi, Dad.
