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Dear Holly: You Helped Mommy Bake Banana Bread for Labor Day Weekend

7 years, 5 months.

Dear Holly,

It is apparent from these pictures I took of you, that you truly love any chance you get to be involved in cooking…

Especially when it’s for something on the sweet side!

You and Mommy made a batch of banana bread for everyone to enjoy during Labor Day weekend, when we visited my side of the family in Alabama.

I am confident to believe that is the beginning on a lifelong love for baking and cooking.

And I appreciate that- because even if no one else likes my cooking…

I at least enjoy cooking anyway!

 

 

Love,

Daddy

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Dear Holly: I Finally Figured Out Our Family’s Enneagram Numbers

7 years, 5 months.

Dear Holly,

You remind me a few times a week how tired you are of me talking about Enneagram. I can’t really apologize, though. After all, your dad just happens to be a certified Enneagram coach who is in the process of writing a book about Enneagram.

So naturally, that topic is going to come up a lot!

It took a lot of trial and error, based on multiple books, and little thanks to online tests.

But now I couldn’t be any more confident:

I am an Enneagram 9 Wing 1: Mediator leaning towards a Perfectionist.

Mommy is an Enneagram 8 Wing: Challenger leaning towards a Mediator.

Jack is an Enneagram 5 Wing 4: Investigator leaning towards an Individualist.

You are an Enneagram 2 Wing 3: Helper leaning towards an Achiever.

 

Love,

Daddy

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Dear Jack: Catching Fish Using Your Own Invented Contraptions

12 years, 10 months.

Dear Jack,

This past Saturday morning, you asked me to take you to a nearby creek so you could test out your newest fishing traps you created.

We spent two solid hours there in the water; as the mosquitoes particularly loved my blood test, but not yours.

You tried out your customized net, fishing pole, and special trap you made using a water bottle.

Sure enough, your hard work was worth it. You caught plenty of little fish; as well as crawfish.

You enjoyed it so much, you are now working on newer, improved versions of your fishing traps.

 

Love,

Daddy

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Dear Jack: Showing Off the Car You and Papa Built at the Cruise In

12 years, 10 months.

Dear Jack,

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This past Saturday was a big day and a big deal.

You finally were able to show off your new creation that you built with Papa over the summer.

There was a “cruise in”, which is basically like a car show but there are no official awards or prizes.

Your car was parked right in front on Papa’s 1963 Ford Falcon and his 1980 MGB. I couldn’t help but notice that just as many people stopped to look at your car, and even get their picture made with it, as they did Papa’s cars.

Little did they know, your car was actually rebuilt from a lawnmower, but drives a lot faster than one!

Love,

Daddy

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Dear Holly: When Daddy Wears His New Short Shorts to Walk You to School

7 years, 4 months.

Dear Holly,

Even a couple of weeks into the new school year, your bus still hasn’t got the timing right in order to pick you up for school on time.

Therefore, I have had to walk you to school; which is actually quicker than driving you, since we can basically see your school from our backyard.

We just walk alongside the cornfield behind our house to the main sidewalk that leads right to your school.

You told me, “Daddy, your new shorts are too short. It’s embarrassing when you wear those!”

I suppose it doesn’t help the situation than I wear your pink backpack for you as well.

Yet still, it’s sure better than waiting for the bus and then being late for school.

Love,

Daddy

 

Love,

Daddy