I am never more at peace than when I watch you sleep.
Never more at home.
I wish I knew what you were dreaming.
Perhaps one day you will remember.
Maybe soon we will remember everything we have ever thought or felt.
I hope so.
I hope our memories do not end.
I hope nothing of substance ends.
Dear God in heaven, please, please do not let death sever this relationship.
I could not bear that knowing this child has an end to it.
But just for now, please make time slow down.
I love you.
–Dad
Hey, I’m glad it was you.
Does that make sense?
I’m glad I got to be your dad.
All this time we got to have together.
This wild and crazy life.
You are perfect.
Just felt like I need a post that said only that.
I am so glad God made me your daddy.
I’m glad it was not some other kid.
I’m glad it was you.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
–Dad
H, You are so perfect right now.
Now you do get mad, you pitch fits, you whine.
It can be infuriating.
But in the same breath, all I can think is that you could not be be more wonderful.
And the things you say, the faces you make, the mannerisms you have, you are hilarious.
So, you have taken to ordering your own food.
And today we went to eat at Cracker Barrel for dinner.
A college-aged guy came by the table and asked what we wanted to drink.
Mom said: “Water, with Lemon.”
Before anyone else could speak, with your pink sunglasses still on, you said: “Water, no Lemon.”
As you said it, you waved your hand once from right to left at the wrist.
We all started laughing.
It was so funny!
The waiter smiled and teased you for the rest of the meal like you had stolen the show.
You had.
You are perfect.
I love you.
-Dad