Dear Jack: The Fishing Pole You Made a School

14 years, 10 months.

Dear Jack,

When you’re at the house, you don’t really have much to say to us, as your parents. So when you come home from school, it can be difficult for us to know what kind of day you’ve had; because when we ask, we typically just get a mumbled “good” out of you.

But this week, you came home from school proudly sporting a handcrafted fishing pole you made from mechanical pencils and other random school supplies you found in the halls at your school.

When you demonstrate your creativity like this, I know that’s your way of saying without speaking the words: “Of course I’m happy!”

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: The Truck in Our Backyard

14 years, 10 months.

Dear Jack,

As we currently have a construction crew at our house to build our new sunroom, Mommy noticed that the crew left one of their trucks in our backyard at the end of the day.

I didn’t think anything of it when she sort of half-jokingly asked me, “Hey, will you go out there to that truck to make sure nobody died out there in it?”

A few minutes later, I casually reported back to her: “I can confirm there are no dead bodies in the truck in our backyard.”

From there, she and I went out on our daily post-dinner walk in the neighborhood. It was during that time that your sister asked you if there really was a dead body out in the truck in the backyard, based on what she overheard Mommy and I saying about it.

You didn’t think your sister would believe you, but she did… when you jokingly told her that there really was a dead body out there.

She immediately reached out to cousin Darla to announce the news both in text and voicemail: “So yeah… there is literally a dead body in the truck in our yard.”

A few hours later, I finally happened to check my phone; realizing that Aunt Dana was trying to figure out the details of the supposed murder mystery that had occurred just down the street at her brother’s house.

For the record…

Yes, the workers left behind their truck in our yard overnight.

No, there were no workers left behind in that truck.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: Running You Around to Do Girl Things

9 years, 4 months.

Dear Holly,

I am driven in life by challenge. I just don’t do well sitting around with nothing to do.

So I actually was looking forward to this past Saturday, as I would basically be serving as your taxi all day for the fun activities of a 9 year-old girl.

You had been saying for weeks that you and your cousin Darla needed to go to a jump park. So Mommy found one less than an hour away, along with a place to stop for pizza after lunch.

That evening, it just so happened that you and your cousin were both invited to the same birthday party. So we dropped you off there for the rest of the evening.

The next morning, I asked Mommy, “Why do I feel so tired today?”

She reminded me, “It’s probably because you were driving us around all day yesterday!”

And I loved doing it.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: The Trophy I Am Proudest Of

9 years, 3 months.

Dear Holly,

At my work desk, displayed in front of my fancy award for being one of the top recruiters a few years back at work, is the strip of photos our family recently took at the photo booth at Mommy’s work party.

I’ll directly point out the obvious:

The “trophy” I am proudest of in my entire life is my family.

It is not lost on me what a reward it is to have the wife and kids that I do.

I think of how fairy tales end with the classic phrase, “And they all lived happily ever after.”

Well, this is what that actually looks like in real life.

We’re living it, right now.

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: A Buddy Who Looks Up to You

14 years, 10 months.

Dear Jack,

After last week’s 3rd Saturday Cruise-In was cancelled at the last minute due to rain, you and your sister both still wanted to get out and do something. We had already planned to see our family friends, the McDaniels, there.

Mommy suggested Cracker Barrel instead, so that’s where we all ended up.

Just like a few weeks ago when we had them over at our house for dinner, their young son Walter buddied up to you.

After we ordered our food, you entertained him by playing him at that peg game they always have there on the table. And after dinner, he apparently taught you how to play checkers?

Your composure around him is so laughably nonchalant, yet still I can tell he thinks you’re really cool to hang out with.

Love,

Daddy