H, I got to hold hands with you last night before we went to sleep.

And I got one of the best bedtime stories ever.

H, you said (in my voice, as I was saying it to you):

Dear H,

The day that you got born is the day that you hold hands with daddy.

And the day that you hold hands with him is the day that you fell in love with him.

My beautiful.

I love you.

-Dad