1 year old.
In the months leading up to your birth, I tried to imagine what you were going to be like. I pictured this sweet, happy, little girl who not only would be so special to me, but also to everyone who meets her.
Turns out, I was exactly right. You are indeed such a remarkable daughter. The only thing that caught me off guard about you is your blue eyes and your strawberry blonde hair; which make you even that much more special, especially in our family.
I am fascinated by you. I am eternally motivated to watch you continue to become Holly the girl, and eventually, Holly the woman.
There is a special bond I have with you that I have never experienced with anyone else. It’s undeniably the bond between a father and his daughter.
I love the way you look at me, for confirmation that you are indeed loved and beautiful and precious. I love giving you that confirmation.
Being your Daddy is not something I am casual about. I am quite aware of the responsibility I have in being the main man in your life during these first couple of decades. The way you see the world- and the way your see men, will ultimately be based on how you see me.
I refuse to be passive. I refuse to be dominating.
Instead, I am very deliberate to find the importance balance of being a stern yet loving Daddy.
You’ll need that from me for the rest of your life.
Getting to be your Daddy is an epic thing. I am so proud of my 1 year-old daughter.
How could I not be? You are one amazing little girl.
You are so special to me. I love you.
Happy Birthday, Holly.