T, I have been meaning to write this for some time now.

In a twist of fate, when it is time for you to get in bed: You only want Daddy. 💌

I mean, you let Mom come and say goodnight and all, but that is about it…

You even had a thing where you would tell her that she couldn’t say long.

Two songs, Two prayers.

That is what you would tell her. 🤣

And then you want me.

We cuddle up in the big brown chair and I sing.

Every night I sing you the same songs.

I’ll ask sometimes if you want me to sing all for them or only a few.

You always say:

Sing all your songs, Daddy.

I love you.

-Dad

This is what I sing every night.

Then we say a poem:

He giveth more grace when the burdens grow greater,
He sendeth more strength when the labours increase;
To added afflictions He addeth His mercy,
To multiplied trials, His multiplied peace.

When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength has failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources
Our Father’s full giving is only begun.

His love has no limits, His grace has no measure,
His power no boundary known unto men;
For out of His infinite riches in Jesus
He giveth, and giveth, and giveth again.

T, I don’t even remember where this started but you have been milling around the house saying: “Abraca-Debra.”

Not: “Abracadabra.”

It’s with a definite DEBRA at the end of it.

Maybe it started with the magic set that H has had out in the last few days and a simple mispronunciation, I’m not even sure.

But it’s the funniest and cutest thing.

Of course, now you are old enough to see our reactions and play into it a bit.

But I’ll take what I can get from my last baby. 💌

l love you.

-Dad

Simply reading the title “brown gum” makes me gag a little bit in my mouth.

Blargh. 🤢

But, T, this is what you have taken to calling the bits of meat that we cut for you whenever we eat steak.

And we usually eat steak when we eat over at Pop and Gammy’s house.

You get to chewing on it and then start in…

We all get to hear how you want more, or you are full of, or you need ketchup for – your “brown gum.”

I laughed for about 5 seconds the first time you said it and then was like – ok – eww.

Okay, I gotta quit writing about it.

I’m going to gross myself out. 🤣

I love you.

-Dad