H, you finished your second year of basketball camp this week!

And you liked it! (As far as I can tell.)

You even got an award again this year.

For “best improvement and hard work.”

Most of all, I enjoy watching you with the older girls.

There is something wholesome about the way they lookout for you – and the way you lookup to them.

I nearly got emotional listening to the coach pray over all of you on the last day.

I hope you enjoy whatever sports you play – and hope you find an uplifting group of forever friends along the way to enjoy it with.

Y’all had this line dance y’all did at the end of practice too.

And I’m not gonna lie, it was fun to watch!

I love you.

-Dad

H, I dropped you off at basketball camp this morning because mom had a zoom call.

You and Hannah were so adorable getting ready to play.

I even managed to get a good picture of y’all.

You were just this little baby two days ago and now you are running and playing like one of the other big ole stinky high schoolers.

I wish I had more time with my little kindergartner goose, but she is gone.

Tonight I am going to hug my first grader extra tight for a few seconds longer.

I love you.

-Dad

H, we were talking about something the other day.

I forget what.

But my answer was something about grit and persistence.

That might take 10 years

Without hesitation you responded:

Wow. 10 years is a long time.

I get it.

I was 6, almost 7, once too.

The days and weeks and months went on forever.

(Christmas Eve was the slowest of all.)

But don’t blink sweet girl, 10 years can go by in a flicker.

I love you.

-Dad