Right now as I right this you are playing with your toys, screaming on the top of your lungs. As I type this, you area asleep in your crib, dreaming the afternoon away. As I type this, I have a few tears rolling off my cheeks.
I know you won’t be able to read this until you are older, but that is fine. I am writing this eight days before your first birthday. You have grown up too fast! Everyone warned me that it was going to happen that way!
I hope this letter finds you well and that life finds you well. Maybe you have more siblings, maybe you don’t. I don’t know exactly how your life will be when you are reading this but I hope it’s the best that it can possible be. I hope that I have been a great source of help to you! (And of course your Daddy too!) 🙂
I really want to tell you that I love you dearly and I want the best for you. Even through you might not always agree; like when I slapped your hands way from the hot stove or when you try to climb into the trash can. I know you wonder what I am doing at the computer or what I am doing while I scribble in one of my many binders. I am working hard, just for you! Well, not directly for you but I am trying to achieve my dreams so you don’t have to struggle as hard or as long as I have!
I hope you will grow up to understand that if you want something in life, you have to work hard for it. Please don’t ever try to talk the easy way out. It will hurt you more than anything. If you need help, just ask; I promise we will never just leave you hanging. We will be here for you.
I hope I have installed the love of books, words and writing. I just hope it’s not for the same reasons I came to love them. You will learn so much from reading other works of arts and I hope I taught you that reading is fun!
I hope you understand why I cried as I washed your bottles for the last time today.
I hope you understand why my cheeks were wet well we kiss attacked each other.
I hope you understand why sometimes I can’t finish playing ‘patty cake patty cake’ with you.
I hope you understand why sometimes I stand in the doorway of your room while you sleep and count your breaths.
I hope you that I am still there when you read this and I am able to give you a hug and tell you once more, “I love you.”