9 years, 7 months.
It was May 2010 that I decided to start writing you at least one letter every week, to serve as a thumbnail of what was going on in your life that week, or at least what was going on in my head as your dad that week.
I should point out that in May 2010, you weren’t born yet. Instead, that was the month that Mommy and I found out we were going to be having a baby.
You weren’t born until November. So for over a decade, I have been creating and growing this collection of journal entries to document each week of your life.
I have told you about it. You are aware I do this.
But later, when you are older, I think you will truly be able to appreciate having an archive of your own life, written by your dad.