I am sorry.
I’m sorry for every mean thing I ever said to you.
For every time I was not patient and not kind, and for every time I raised my voice when it was inappropriate.
I’m sorry for every time I let you down.
I’m sorry for every time I got my priorities backwards.
I’m sorry for every time I put you above God.
My God – life is so short and beautiful.
Sometimes, I feel like I could nearly explode from it all.
I love you.
I love you so much.
-Dad
It’s an eventful Friday when you find out your dad has “fluid around his lungs and heart” and was admitted to the hospital.
And that’s just what happened.
Grandpa went it for an exam today at Wilford Hall in San Antonio and ended up staying.
They transferred him to Brooke Army Base sometime later.
He had an irregular heartbeat and fluid around his heart and lungs.
Talked to him tonight and he sounded good though.
Scary stuff.
I love you.
-Dad
H, today you had a shadow day at Southcrest School.
In preparation for Kindergarten, the short of it is that you got to spend a half-day in one of the Kindergarten classes.
Basically, you get to observe them, and they get to observe you.
Driving over, just after we had dropped off K, you said you were excited, but also a little nervous.
Mom was a lot nervous – but let’s not make this about her.
We dropped you off at 7:45 and picked you up at 12:30, after mom and I met with the principal and assistant principal at 11.
When we got you, you asked if you could come back after lunch, told us you had an awesome morning, and even said:
I never want to leave this place.
Well, you start in the fall. And I hope you love it there.
I had never thought to put it this way about private school but the principal said that children here sometimes “get an opportunity to grow up a little slower.”
I kind of like that idea.
I say, let adults worry about adult things, and let kids be kids for as long as possible.
I love you.
-Dad