2 years, 3 months.

Dear Jack,

This past Saturday morning, we hung out with some of your friends from school, at Home Depot. While the project was assembling a wooden race car, you were actually much more excited by the free, endless supply of balloons.

Despite the ongoing “balloon fights” (like a pillow fight) between you (the only boy) and the three girls, there was no crying. Just good clean fun; hitting each other in the face with balloons.

I really enjoyed the show!

Mommy and I let you bring three of the balloons home. Mind you, these are just plain balloons that I blew up myself- no helium.

Later that day, after you woke up from your nap, we bought groceries at Kroger, where Mommy and I have let you get into this (bad?) habit of choosing a new Hot Wheels car each week (hey, it’s just 98 cents).

However, when I let you check out the cars selection, a blue cheetah doll caught your attention instead. Fortunately, it just so happened that this particular blue cheetah was in the wrong section and the tags had been removed.

I took you to the general manager to find out how much it cost, and for you, he agreed to $ 2.99. You must have charmed him, because had it had the price tag on it, it would have cost $14.99.

You still had enough Christmas money to afford it, so you bought it; and boy have you been proud of “Cheety” since then.

So Saturday night, as we were getting ready for dinner, I walked by the coffee table and caught you “writing” (scribbling) on a notepad with a yellow highlighter.

You were quietly “reading” out loud what you were writing:

“Thank you for my balloons and blue cheetah…”.

Once you realized I had heard you, you stopped. I was way too curious not to ask you what was going on.

“Jack, who are you writing that letter to?”

I almost already knew what you were going to say- and I was right:

“God.”

I can’t argue with your logic. If it weren’t for God, we wouldn’t have balloons or blue cheetahs.

Sweet boy you are.

 

Love,

Daddy