K, you are just going through the sweetest phase right now.

Your manners are perfect, you are thoughtful about others, and you enjoying playing with a joyful heart.

You simply have the most pleasant disposition.

I want to just eat you up with kisses.

I love you.

-Dad

K, you have been asking me to marry you a lot lately!

I love it. It is just the sweetest age.

You realize that boys and girls often get married when they are older…

And you have seen enough Disney movies to know that there is a kiss exchanged at the altar…

Past that, I am your #1 guy.

So you ask:

Daddy, can we get married?

I say yes (of course).

So we hold hands for a second and then you tell me we have to kiss.

Once I plant a smooch on your lips, you are content to go back to playing, as you refer to me as your husband every now and then.

I would marry you in a heartbeat, Mamacita.

I love you.

-Dad

K, I have got to get this down before I forget.

Words from a year ago collided with words from yesterday – and a light bulb went off in my head.

In short, when you were two or three, you would sometimes call your poop a “hot dog.”

As in:

Look at the the hotdog I did, dad!

That’s funny and cute by itself, but I realized the other day that you forever ago also called a hotdog a “slimy.”

Ha!

What funny connections kids make.

K, you are a glorious firecracker.

And I hope I remember ever silly thing you say.

I love you.

-Dad