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A Note to My Littlest Love

Tomorrow, you turn two. It seems silly to write you this note, but I'm not sure how else to express how blessed we are that you are our baby.

I hope you know how much you're loved. I hope you know how hard your Daddy and I work to make sure you have a wonderful life, even if it's a bit of a different life than most families.

Sometimes, our dinners only have one parent present, but never doubt that we both want to be there.

Sometimes, you'll be up well past your bedtime, watching a game just to spend 15 minutes with your Daddy on the field.

Sometimes, there will be days that you go without seeing Daddy. Those days are hard, it breaks his heart more than you could ever imagine.

Sometimes, there will be dance recitals or games that Daddy will miss. But know, there's no bigger cheerleader than him, despite your mother being embarrassingly boisterous.

Sometimes, we have hotdogs three nights a week, and I don't really have a defense for that other than they're easy and I love hotdogs.

Sometimes, you will fight with us and sometimes you'll be wrong. But sometimes you'll be right. Either way, know that we're trying our damnedest to be good parents the best way we can and sometime we may fail. But I promise we'll always try to do right by you.

I pray you get the best parts of us. I pray you get your father's determination, creativity, and drive to succeed. I pray you get my strong will and don't take crap from anyone, all while being kind and having compassion for others.

I pray you always have confidence in yourself to do what's best for you. I pray you you have strength to say 'no', when it may be easier to say 'yes'.

I pray we never hinder your inherent independent spirit, and you always stay true to yourself. I pray you always feel supported by us, no matter the season of life you're in.

But most of all, I pray you know how immensely in-love we are with you. You have made our life complete. Happy birthday, my littlest love.



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