Dear Holly: Our New Fireplace Warms You Up… Even When It’s Not On?

6 years, 6 months.

Dear Holly,

This past weekend, our new electric fireplace arrived in the mail. To my surprise, it really added a whole lot to the ambience of our living room.

It simply plugs into the electrical outlet- and has an option to use the heater option, the fireplace display, or both at the same time.

Shortly after we got it set up, we had just the fireplace display on.

You ran up to it, bending towards it so you could heat up your buns.

Within seconds, you announced, “Ah, that heat feels good!”

I decided not to reveal to you that there was actually no heat coming from it. You were already convinced!

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: You Know How to Identify an Enneagram 4… Blue Hair!

12 years old.

Dear Jack,

While hanging out at Aunt Dana’s house for a couple of days during Thanksgiving Break, she sent me a photo of you making a silly face (the norm these days anytime someone takes a picture of you) and holding a boy doll with blue hair, wearing some unique clothing.

You explained to Aunt Dana that the Enneagram number of this doll would an Enneagram 4, because, “Yep, pretty much anytime someone has crazy colored hair, my dad says they are a 4”.

Very well done. You have definitely been paying attention. It was a year ago that I got my Enneagram Certification, so by default, you hear my assessing of people’s Enneagrams all the time.

You know that Enneagram 4s like to stand out in some way. Blue hair is definitely a way to do that!

 

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: Our Family’s New Saturday Morning Tradition

12 years old.

Dear Jack,

It is now family tradition each Saturday morning that we hang out at The Factory at Franklin, which is about 30 minutes from our house.

This started about a month ago, when I suggested our family go get a donut from Five Daughters Bakery, and then over to Honest Coffee Roasters.

While there, we walked through a shop that had an Enneagram book on display, that decided to buy on a whim.

I turned to the chapter on Enneagram 6, which is what I am, and I read, “My idea of relaxation: A quiet Saturday morning with people I love.”

And now we go to the Franklin Factory every Saturday morning; knowing that however busy our weekend may be, we can at least start it out with a time of fun and relaxation together as a family.

 

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: Tastes Like Life Cereal?

6 years, 6 months.

Dear Holly,

Last Saturday morning while our family was hanging out at The Factory in Franklin, you and your brother wanted to get your designated treat at Urban Sips Sweets; a place your brother always likes to get shaved ice at.

Out of the dozens of flavors they have on the menu, you surprisingly chose “sour apple” for yours.

I had my reservations that you would even like it; especially when they had other options that seems more likely for a 6 year-old girl, like “cotton candy” or “birthday cake”.

But you confirmed that you were pleased with your choice of “sour apple”.

You told me, “Daddy, it tastes like Life cereal.”

I’m not sure how, but I’m just glad you liked it!

 

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: Your First Official “Co-Ed” Birthday Party

12 years old.

Dear Jack,

This past Saturday was your 12th birthday party!

I think Mommy and I were a bit surprised when you told us that you wanted it to be at the gymnastics center where you do your American Ninja Warrior classes, instead of at our house like the past few years.

The initial thought was, “Is Jack too old to have a birthday party like that?”

“Will this concept work for a boy who is turning 12?”

“Will his friends dig it?”

But clearly, you knew what you were doing. All of your friends had the greatest time- it was clear to see.

I think something that made it work is that this was the first time you officially chose to invite friends who are girls your age to your birthday party.

And I couldn’t help but notice how a certain girl you invited was always next to you the entire time…

Pretty sure you had the coolest 12th birthday party of anyone at your school this year!

Love,

Daddy