Dear Daddy

Happy Birthday! A whole lot has happened this, your 29th year, hasn't it? Probably the most life changing year of your life, huh? I hope the past 12 weeks with me have been some of the best. Daddy, I've only known you for 12 weeks, but I've heard stories about you and I know things about you. I know how smart you are and I've heard all those stories about how good you can play soccer and baseball and basketball. . . and how fast you can run and how quick you can figure things out. I can't wait until you show me how to do those things. We've already been practicing, haven't we. You try so hard to get me to grab hold of my toys and kick things. You spend hours with me on my mat trying to figure out how to roll over. You try so hard to get me to laugh and all I can do is smile at you. I just can't seem to get that sound out yet, but I will. And you'll be there, so excited. Remember the first time I rolled over onto my back? Mommy had never seen you so excited. And then you made me do it again, and again, and again. You were so proud every time I did it. I'll keep on doing new stuff and making you proud, and at the same time I'll always be proud of you. I've heard more things about you. I've heard all about how patient and kind you are. From the day I was born, you've learned to hold me and feed me. All those nights when I was a little bitty baby and I would cry, you would stay up with me as long as I needed you. Mommy would sometimes get upset when I couldn't go to sleep at night, but you wouldn't. You held me and talked to me and never became impatient. I know you were tired but you never said so. I've also learned how hard you work and I know that you do it for me. You've just gotten to be a partner in your law firm. But I want you to know that even if your job was to collect old cans, you'd always be my partner. I love you, Daddy. Happy Birthday. Love, Little Buddy