you love your daddy so much. you've started waking up really early in the mornings, i think in hopes that he is still here. as soon as i get you out of bed, you ask for him. dad? dad here, mom? i eat breakfast with dad, mom?
i always promise that we will drive up to his office and see him. maybe we will eat lunch with him. maybe we will just stop by and say hi. regardless, you seem content with that answer. and you remind me a little later that you want to see him.
i have always said that i married a much better person than myself. i stand by that. your daddy is night. and i'm day. he's calm. and logical. i'm the opposite of calm...think tornado. and i'm the least logical/rational person you will probably ever know. i think with my heart. and if it were up to me, we'd truly be living in a van down by the river. because well, um...let's just say that your daddy is much better at budgeting then me. it goes way back. to pop pop and cookie. so blame them. actually, blame pop pop. this really isn't cookie's fault.
anyway, all that to say that you love your daddy. for good reason. because he sings to you. and holds you. and rocks you. and rubs your hair when you have trouble going to sleep.
because he hugs and kisses you every single time he comes in from work. or being gone. or just being away from you. he bathes you. and always puts desitin on your behind.
he loves taking you places on the weekends. be it to kroger. or lowes. wherever, really. i think he likes the guy time. he reads to you. any book of your choice. and he will read it over and over again.
we are lucky to have him as our daddy. and i think he thinks he's lucky to have us as his family.
i love you little guy.
i always promise that we will drive up to his office and see him. maybe we will eat lunch with him. maybe we will just stop by and say hi. regardless, you seem content with that answer. and you remind me a little later that you want to see him.
i have always said that i married a much better person than myself. i stand by that. your daddy is night. and i'm day. he's calm. and logical. i'm the opposite of calm...think tornado. and i'm the least logical/rational person you will probably ever know. i think with my heart. and if it were up to me, we'd truly be living in a van down by the river. because well, um...let's just say that your daddy is much better at budgeting then me. it goes way back. to pop pop and cookie. so blame them. actually, blame pop pop. this really isn't cookie's fault.
anyway, all that to say that you love your daddy. for good reason. because he sings to you. and holds you. and rocks you. and rubs your hair when you have trouble going to sleep.
because he hugs and kisses you every single time he comes in from work. or being gone. or just being away from you. he bathes you. and always puts desitin on your behind.
he loves taking you places on the weekends. be it to kroger. or lowes. wherever, really. i think he likes the guy time. he reads to you. any book of your choice. and he will read it over and over again.
we are lucky to have him as our daddy. and i think he thinks he's lucky to have us as his family.
i love you little guy.
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awwww. I love you guys!
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