Dear Jack: You’re Growing Closer to My Size Now

10 years, 10 months.

Dear Jack,

As you’re now nearing your 11th birthday, Mommy and I have been noticing that you are noticeably getting bigger. For example, your new school shoes for 5th grade are a size 6; compared to my size, which is 9.5.

This past weekend when our family visited Walden Farm, as our tradition is to do each Fall, you stood against a height chart that shows you are getting closer to that 5 foot mark.

These days, I offer my old t-shirts to you first before I give them away, so you can use them as “sleep shirts”.

But before too long, you’ll be able to wear them outside of the house!

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: You Were the Flower Girl in a Wedding This Weekend

5 years, 4 months.

Dear Holly,

It’s been a year and a half in the making: Finally, this past weekend you were the flower girl of my friend Kaylie’s wedding in Arcadia, Indiana.

I’m not sure who was prouder: you, or me.

You looked like such a doll in your flower girl dress.

You loved getting to be not only part of the wedding ceremony itself, but also being able to join in all the fun at the reception.

It was a special time in your life, and even though you’re only 5 years old, I believe you will always look back at our trip to Indiana with fond memories.

 

Love,

Daddy

Dear Jack: You Were an Usher in a Wedding This Weekend

10 years, 10 months.

Dear Jack,

This past weekend was a first for both of us. It was the first time either of us had ever travelled to or spent time in the Midwest.

You were asked to serve as an usher for my friend Kaylie’s wedding near Indianapolis.

She needed some appointed young men to direct guests from the parking lot to the ceremony area behind the barn, where the reception was held.

You did a great job helping people. I am proud of you and I could tell you appreciated being asked to truly help out, in a sort of an adult role; not just a kid’s!

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: My Daily Narration of “Little Holly’s Big Day”

5 years, 4 months.

Dear Holly,

A tradition that has been going on ever you could speak well enough to understand me is that anytime I take you anywhere, I lean over and softly say, as if I was reading the title of a children’s book to a classroom food of kids:

Little Holly’s Big Day.

I pretend that every event I am taking you to is like the first time you are ever doing it.

And when I say “Little Holly”, I’m not kidding. I’m pretty sure you’re the smallest kid in your class.

That was pretty evident when last Friday, the entire school wore the official school t-shirt.

Mommy ordered the smallest possible size for you, but it was noticeably way too big on you!

Love,

Daddy

Dear Holly: Daddy’s Pink Pickle Appetizers

5 years, 4 months.

Dear Holly,

You and I share the most favorite foods out of everyone in our family.

For example, we both hate popcorn and don’t really like bread.

But we are also the only people in our house eat bacon; and will often eat it on a daily basis.

Our newest discovery is our shared appreciation of sliced cucumbers covered in pink Himalayan salt.

It’s now becoming a daily tradition that before I start working on dinner, you request: “Daddy, are you going to make the pink pickles?”

And no matter how much salt I pour over them, you always ask me to make them even more pink.

And you’re always right: They can always use more pink salt!

Love,

Daddy