But here's what I do know about you:
You like to drink beer at bonfires and listen to country music.
You love your truck and you tell me you love me.
You don't look at other girls, and you've been hurt before. She hurt you bad, and I know it. I hate her because of that. But if she hadn't, I wouldn't have you.
And you are my baby's father. You're going to be a father. You're going to have a little girl.
A little girl, Jim.
And I know, above all, that I couldn't possibly love you more.