On the ride home, whether I won or lost,

He’d get me a jamocha shake.

He’s free throw solace,

Gazebo ease.

Rainbow cone joy.

A short walk toward comfort

(or Dairy Queen, whichever the evening necessitates. Sometimes both.)

A must-see sunrise or don’t-miss sunset call away

And I know no matter what,

I can always come home.

He will always be on my side.

Thank you for being my always.