It is difficult for me to use words to express the love I have for my father, Scott. I fear I could procrastinate and twiddle my thumbs endlessly thinking of the right words to use, and never come to the real, most accurate, most suitable, expressions. Therefore, I choose to abandon the idea that I will be able to accurately summarize the depth of my feelings, and instead pursue a different path. I like Scott big big much, real big. In fact, for every one like that I Scott, two more Scott likes!