There are three great loves in my life that I cannot adequately describe with words: your mother, Raven’s football, and you. But I’m going to try now, in pieces, to tell you about my love of you.
The day you were born was the day I considered my life complete because your mom had just made me a dad. From the moment I first saw your face, I knew that I would do everything in my power to keep you safe and happy for as long as I lived. You’re almost 5 months old now and you’re getting ready to start eating solid foods; you’ve already started to grow up faster than I can keep track of. Your mom and I recently decided that we would start sending you to daycare full time so I could finish my work to become a doctor, and it makes me so sad to miss you on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The time we’ve spent together during the days these past 2 months are some of the most special memories in my life, and I don’t want to let go. It hurts to just think about it.
I want you to know that you make me so happy, even when you’re sad or sick or tired. When I look at your face in the morning, I know that God exists and that love is real and that you are truly the best thing that has ever happened to me and your mom. I know you’ll be fine at daycare because you’re so social and smart (just like your mom!), but I am having a hard time thinking about missing out on all those smiles and poo-poo’s and daytime walks.
I love you more with each passing day and the greatest joy I’ve ever felt happens when you laugh. You make me young, and I believe you will keep me young. You have taken every moment I used to take for granted and made it special for me and your mother. You are the singular greatest thing that has ever happened to both of us, and I can’t imagine a world without you in it.
You are now 2 years old, and I can’t really comprehend your beauty and intelligence. I’ve found myself more and more in love with everything you are and how smart and strong you show yourself to be in so many settings. You are so confident in social situations and you know how to use your words so well. You’re a big sister now since your brother Marshall arrived 2 months ago, and you are such a great sibling. You protect him from your daycare friends and from dogs and from pretty much everything. You’re working on learning to use the potty now and you often watch Daniel Tiger in the morning with me before Mommy and Marshall wake up. You’re pretty much my best friend, and I love you.
Believe it or not Beautiful, you learned how to use the potty on your own starting on St. Patrick’s day (lucky me!) and you are wearing big girl underwear all day at school and at home. I seriously cannot believe how quickly and easily you took to the routine we worked with you on. In a little less than 3 weeks, you went from needing to be prompted to use the bathroom to being the one that reminds us that you need to go — you love the color blue, so we went into the boy’s section to get you the pairs you like most. You’re also quite assertively deciding that you will be the one who gets you dressed in the morning, and I have to admit, you are really good at it. Your independence and your will to try new things make me so proud to be your father.
Tori, I really can’t say this enough, but I will try to say this over and over again during your life in as many ways as my heart can tell: I love you, every part of you, now and forever, no matter what.