Dear Holly: A Father’s Letter to His Daughter on Her 6th Birthday

6 years old today!

Dear Holly,

You are so excited about today!

You are finally 6 years old.

We had such a fun birthday party for you at your gymnastics center yesterday.

You love your gymnastics- that is such a big part of who you are right now.

I am so happy to see you at this age. You and I are totally buddies!

Not only do we love to play chess, checkers, and Rummy together…

But you’re also the only person in our house who not only is willing to watch Star Wars movies with me- and actually enjoys it!

Happy Birthday, Holly!

I love you!

 

Love,

Daddy

 

Dear Jack: Using Easter Eggs as Baseballs to Swing At

11 years, 6 months.

Dear Jack,

I would say it was perfectly appropriate that as an 11 and a half year-old, you were able to use Easter eggs filled with confetti as baseballs.

While you sister enjoyed stomping the Easter eggs, so they would burst open with confetti, you preferred to have Uncle Andrew pitch them to you; as you used a rake as a baseball bat.

You naturally have always been able to just come up with these adventurous types of ideas. You are creative when it comes to knowing how to have fun!

It was a post Easter egg hunt to remember!

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: A Saturday Night Easter Egg Bash

5 years, 11 months.

Dear Holly,

Last Saturday, we celebrated Easter weekend at Nonna and Papa’s house in Alabama.

They had some special “confetti eggs”, which were actual egg shells stuffed with rainbow paper sprinkles inside.

You and your cousin Darla loved getting to stomp and smash your way through them in the driveway.

I’m pretty sure that for Easter 2022, most little kids didn’t end up spending their time making such a big mess.

Instead, most kids made things tidier by picking up eggs in the yard.

As for you, you definitely made a mess… but Nonna didn’t mind.

What a fun Easter weekend!

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: Because Painting a Basketball is Important When You’re 11

11 years, 5 months.

Dear Jack,

Last Saturday, we had been planning to go see Sonic the Hedgehog 2 on its opening weekend. It was going to be a day that just you and I spent the day together- and I was also going to take you to my new favorite Asian restaurant near our house.

But the weather was decent, so you and your best friend Landon decided to hang out our at house instead.

And when I say “our house”, I should say, our driveway.

I am not exaggerating when I say the two of you proudly spent over 3 hours outside, painting your basketball.

Now I realize that, the concept of “painting a basketball” may be outside the laws of logic.

But I get it. You’re 11 years old. You’re still a kid, but not yet a teenager.

I am happy to see you happy with such simple things.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: Arms Race in the Cul-De-Sac!

11 years, 5 months.

Dear Jack,

Spring is here… barely. There are now occasional days where the weather is just warm enough to go outside and play.

This past Sunday afternoon was one of those occasions.

You and your friends were already playing with water balloons in the court, when your sister decided she should go for a Jeep drive.

Naturally, this led to you and your friends hurling water balloons at her as she would purposely drive near you; as if to invite you to do so.

It was very thoughtful of you to lend her your giant water gun to balance out the battle!

Love,

Daddy