15 years, 4 months.
Dear Jack,
After being out all day, we came home to see a toilet sitting on our front porch. No, I was not one bit curious as to why:
Obviously, it had something to do with your friends putting it there.
So Mommy had you recruit a friend to help you return it to wherever it mysteriously came from.
I still really don’t know the story of the potty on our porch. Oh well.
Love,
Daddy
15 years old.
Dear Jack,
Aunt Dana sent me this photo a couple of weeks ago, which was taken when she picked you and your sister up from school one day.
She asked me, “Did Jack tell you about the patch he made for his sock?”
I hadn’t noticed in the photo, but the heel of the sock was actually a circular piece of notebook paper you apparently crafted to cover the hole in your sock.
Even beyond the hole, there was some serious wear and tear.
Something tells me you’ll be getting new socks for Christmas… or at least more notebook paper.
Love,
Daddy
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
8 years, 8 months.
Dear Holly,
I hadn’t thought about it, but I would have assumed that as a parent, I was past the point of having a child who would still instinctively turn a box into a toy.
But this past week, Mommy ordered a new chair; as she came up with the idea of creating a reading corner for our living room.
You immediately pushed the box from the chair over to the opposite corner; then you grabbed a marker and began designing features to make it your very own home.
This even included a spare key you hid under the door mat.
It makes me happy to know I still have a kid who is young enough to appreciate a box.
Love,
Daddy
8 and a half years old.
Dear Holly,
Saturday morning, I received a message from Aunt Dana giving me a rundown of the expenses of the County Fair she had experienced the night before. Originally, our whole family was going to make a day out of it. But after her message, it quickly turned into, “Thank you for taking Holly to the fair so I don’t have to go!”
Lucky for you, you have an aunt you lives a few houses down from us who is faithful to assume the role of “Saturday morning hero” and take you to the fair with your cousins.
I am so happy for you that you had such a great time there! And I am almost just as happy that I didn’t have to go.
The pictures look like you had plenty of fun for the both of us though.
Love,
Daddy
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