My wife has commented to me that we should write letters to Rachel that she would open up at a later date. I dismissed the idea, until I came across Doodaddy’s post Dear Boobaby (part XIX). I found this a wonderfully good post, and pulled me into the idea of writing my own letters. Here is the first installment.
Dear Rachel,
I must start out with an appology; I’ve waited way too long to begin writing to you and, if I’m not careful all those times will be lost in distant memories.
Today you turn 21 months, and continue to surprise me with what you know and what you can say. You are quickly turning into a little girl and I can’t help but thinking back to when I first saw you. Even though I said I would not cut the cord, when it came down to it, after I saw you, I cut away, proud of my first moment as a dad.
Over the last 21 months we have had our good times and bad times. But as I look back, even though I didn’t think it at the time, the bad times seem to fade off as the good times shine bright as ever. I can still rememmber, vividly, sleeping in the recliner in your first month because that is the only way we could get you to sleep. I remember playing Xbox and computer games as you slept peacefully in my lap. I remember how you would look at me as I fed your bottle and how I looked at you.
Now, as you are approaching two years, you are getting your own opinion and personallity. It’s bitter sweet when you push me away if I try to play with your while your transfixed on Dora or Diego. It’s hard that you are already pushing me away, even if it is in a small way. Your stangle-hold hugs make all the little push-aways disapper and I couldn’t be happier as I watch you grow into a little girl.
Love,
daddy
