H, I just have to tell you this story.

Mom and I were at your school helping out with a t-shirst sale.

We both ate lunch with you first and then volunteered for the next hour, after you had returned to class.

Sales were slow and we mostly stood around and talked.

But on our way out the door, one of the other kindergarten teachers (not yours) stopped me.

She said you told here that your dad was “not even born in this country.”

When she asked you were I was born, you didn’t hesitate in your response.

You said:

Houston.*

Hahahaha

I love you.

-Dad

*Bitburg, Germany

H, this may sound odd if you don’t remember it, but it’s simply true.

You do the absolutely best small-dog barking impression I have ever heard.

I have no idea when it all started, but you perfected it by singing – in perfect pitch – the intro to Puppy Pals.

It makes me smile every time you Get silly and start barking.

My silly girl.

I love you.

-Dad

H, you say the funniest things sometimes.

For example, you have taken to calling a group of birds sitting together on a telephone pole, a bird meeting.*

I forget how you said it driving the other day.

But after one of us pointed out a bunch of birds somewhere out the window, you were casually like:

Yeah, looks like they are having a bird meeting.

Ha. I love it.

I love you.

-Dad

*Edit: Mom has told me that this post needs editing. She says you have been referring to birds in a group as a Bird Meeting for a year or two now. I like to think I pay attention to certain things more than most, but maybe I have not been doing as well as I think. Honestly, I’m just impressed that mom read what I wrote. Ha!