"I can spell well dad"

Tonight is a night to remember. 
Not to remember. 
But to remember. 
The verb. 
Well I guess they both are verbs. 
But this verb is a verb of the present. 
Instead of future. 
Tonight is a night to do the act of remembering. 

In a search through many boxes of memories I stumbled upon something. 
 
I found a note. 
It was one I slipped in my dad's suite case before he left on one of his trips. 
It was from when I was ten. 

"Hi dad its Michel 
if you get this mesegge
it mens that you are 
not dead and I can
spell well dad I love 
you. 
Mike" 

Two things stick out in this little note:
1. I was horrid speller at the age of ten. I misspelled my own name. Dyslexia can only justify so much. I mean come on. 
2. I had a darker sense of humor than your average ten year old. Still I think it's kind of funny. 

I'm so blessed to have a dad like mine. 
And a mom like mine. She's amazing. 
Dad, I love you. 
Ma, I love you.