I know exactly what you mean. Nicely done.
Save it and show it to your daughter when she is a mom.
Beautiful. Just beautiful. I remember last year’s lovely little missive as well.
That was beautiful RickJay. I am so happy to see another satisfied parent.
Our only one is a little older than yours. She has just left on a “date” with daddy. Every week my husband takes her out to eat all the things that mommy doesn’t allow at home (pasta, pizza, ice creams and such). That gives her some special time with a dad that is often absent (work) and gives me some much needed peace and silence.
I can’t tell you how much we love that kid, and it fills me with joy to see how much love there is between her and her dad. My own dad isn’t exactly all that good a dad, nothing notoriously bad, just a dad that didn’t care much and still doesn’t. I keep telling my kid how much I envy her and what a fabulous dad she has.
My little RuffLlama is 3 1/2, and Littlest Ruff is due in 2 months. I took out some of RL’s baby clothes recently to wash and place in his baby brother’s nursery, and I couldn’t get over how tiny they are. This walking, talking, opinionated little person was once a tiny, mewing pink thing. It makes this second child so very exciting; we can see where this is going now, and we like it.
RickJay, it was a beautiful tribute. Thank you for the words–thank you for sharing the beauty and joy it is to be a parent.
Excuse me while I brag
My oldest baby is 11, weighs more than I did when I graduated High School and is a starting linemen ( o and d) in football. Hugging him is like hugging an oak tree. Straight A Hermione Granger type of kid. He is several kinds of awesome wrapped up in a 50 year old man/goofball. His mouth is costing us more than our first car, so I hope he puts us in a nice nursing home.
My Sweet Baby Girl is 9, smart as a whip and doing so much better than me in school than I was at that age (it probably helps her father didn’t die a few weeks after turning nine.) but she has fashion taste and style that is mindblowningly very, very good. (I blame 12 years of Catholic school for my fashion ummmm lack of care.) Straight A kid in a more lackadasical way than her brother who gets her work done at the last minute. (She is so like me it is frightening.) She’s a safety at school and she enjoys jackbooting the hallways. It’s the German in her. (“Rules are there to protect you from yourselves!” I tell her to yell at the k-3graders. Her response is, " They don’t even listen when I yell, “WALK!!!” Apparently, slamming the kids into the locker to get their attention is a big no-no. Too bad. It think she would really enjoy that aspect of modding the halls or hire some muscle to help her.) Her mouth will cost us more than her brothers, so I hope she just shoots her father and I in the head when our time comes to go out onto the iceberg of passage.
Four is such a cuddly fun age. Picture books. Finger painting. drawing. kids cartoons. Spongebob.
Enjoy it all!
Turn around and you’re two
Turn around and you’re four
Turn around and you’re a young girl
Going out of the door.
Happy Birthday, Maddy!