H, I am always trying to sell you on the benefits of wearing jeans.

In short: They are sturdy, comfortable, and they keep you warm.

Right? Right.

You rarely listen to this, wanting a dress, or tights, or both instead.

So all that to say, you went to school the other day and said the sweetest thing.

Your friend Hannah was wearing jeans with leopard spots on them.

Mom asked you if you wanted a pair of jeans like that, or maybe a pair like K has with unicorns on them.

You replied:

No, I just want them plain like Daddy’s.

My girl.

I love you.

-Dad

H, tonight we went to our first daddy-daughter dance.

You were absolutely excited.

It was at the Bella Vie Wedding Venue out past 130th.

I bought you pink tulips to celebrate the occasion.

The venue consisted mainly of a dance floor, surrounded by tables and chairs, and a foyer with a finger food table and a candy table.

During the night they played 25-30 fast and crazy songs. As these played, you ran and jumped and danced with all your friends from school.

They also played 5-6 slow songs. When these songs began, you came and got me and we danced together.

I am so tall, I picked you up after a little while and held you as we danced.

Halfway through the night you ran up to me and asked:

Can we say until the very end?!

I said: “Of course.”

The last song was Cinderella, By Steven Curtis Chapman, and you put your head on my shoulder from beginning to end as we swayed.

Afterward, we ate dinner at Cho-Chop with Scott B. and Kendall B.

You can’t go to the dance until you start kindergarten. So, K, you had a dinner date with mom tonight. Y’all went to Rosas for dinner and Starbucks for desert.

I love you.

-Dad