"I love Daddy, I love Daddy..."

So just about every day lately Henry asks if he can write Daddy "a fancy card" which means he pretends to write in cursive on my stationary and then covers the envelopes with every sticker he can find ("See, Mom... they're stamps.").  It really is sweet except that he's just about used up my en--tire collection of cards, envelopes, and stickers and so far, I've never made the cut.  Not one card for Mommy to date.  I tried to catch him while he was working on the cards this afternoon but I was too slow.  Here he is singing a song once he finished.  I think someone is really going to miss his Daddy...