15 years, 11 months.
Dear Jack,
You and Sophie have known each other since you were both infants; back when you were both in the same pre-school in Tennessee. The first picture I ever took of the two of you was right after your first birthday.
This past weekend, Sophie’s family just happened to be passing by our town, so they stopped by our house. We had to recreate the photo from nearly 15 years ago!
Love,
Daddy
10 years, 6 months.
Dear Holly,
I was in 5th grade the first time I ever heard of sushi. And here you are now in 5th grade: You’ve not only heard of sushi, but you have it at least one a week…
Whether it’s at the nearby Asian restaurant Toke, which just happens to be owned by our next door neighbor, or from one of the grocery stores in town where they actually make the sushi there… sushi is on regular rotation for you.
What’s most interesting about this to me is that you effortlessly use chopsticks to eat the sushi. No one taught you how.
I still haven’t figured out how to use chopsticks… and I spent two summers in Thailand!
Love,
Daddy
10 years, 6 months.
Dear Holly,
Despite you having a soft-spoken nature, you offset it with your surprisingly competitive spirit.
This was on full display at the recent Fall Festival at church, as you were drawn to the stage where several rounds of the Cake Walk were conducted.
After winning the first time, you realized there was no rule that you couldn’t play again. So you just kept playing. You walked away with three different dessert prizes, which our family spent the rest of the week eating after dinner each night.
Love,
Daddy
15 years, 11 months.
Dear Jack,
For the Fall Festival at church leading up to Halloween, you were voluntold (?) to be in charge of one of the game booths.
You were assigned to Plinko, where you explained how the game worked to the younger kids who chose to play, then distributed to them the proper candy prize they automatically won.
It is undeniable that you are good at being a leader to younger kids. They listen to you and pay attention to you, in a way that is clearly effortless.
Love,
Daddy
10 years, 6 months.
Dear Holly,
What I learned about you this past week as you turned 10 and a half years old: You are not afraid to ride anything at the County Fair!
Mommy and I took you last Wednesday and then Aunt Dana and Andrew took you and your cousin Darla back last Friday.
You’re now tall enough to ride them all… so you pretty much did! You even went on rides that I wouldn’t go on…
I love it that you had so much fun!
Love,
Daddy
