H, you touched my feelers good a while back.

See, I went to snuggle you awake.

Snuggle you awake = snuggling, hugging, and talking to you to wake you up.

It beats all that abrupt nonsense in the morning.

Anyway, I snuggled you awake, we got dressed, and off we all went to school and work.

Well, fast forward to dinnertime.

We started around the table with our questions.

What was the best part of your day? What was the hardest part of your day? Etc.

You said the best part of your day was when I snuggled you awake!

Me too, honestly.

I love you.

-Dad

H, you cried when I dropped you off at school today.

See, you put three hair bands in your pony tail instead of one this morning.

The result was your ponytail was stiff and had a little bit of a bounce to it.

Of course some boy in your class pointed it out to everyone as soon as we arrived.

You ran to me and cried.

K and I loved and hugged you for a minute there in the hallway.

I told you that you could take some of the extra ties out of your hair if you wanted – or you could just not care about what anyone thought and enjoy your day.

Your teacher stepped in about that time too.

And guess what?

You chose to leave your hair as is.

I am so proud of you.

I love you.

-Dad

H, I wish I could keep and document everything you bring home from school.

I want every drawing, every doodle, every assignment.

I do.

But some of the crafts you bring home, I honestly don’t know what to do with.

Point and case is the scarecrow you made in Friday-care leading up to Thanksgiving.

It’s awesome – and it looks you put in a lot of work on it.

But honest to Jesus, the thing is nearly four feet tall!

I can’t put it in a folder, hang it on the wall, or prop it in the corner it’s so big.

The thing even lay on the floor in the dining room for a few days until we all got tired of slipping on it.

Your work is great. You are great.

But this thing has got to go.

Have no fear.

It rests in the archives, here: