Dear Noah,
You woke up an hour too early this morning and are currently whining at me, but I wouldn't change a thing. I have a great deal to catch you up on over the seventeen months of your life. From a tornado that destroyed our home where you would have first lived to the recent summer we spent out of state, our lives have been an adventure marked by extreme highs as well as frustrating lows.
You have been walking for months and are very close to being able to run. You say quite a few words that include ball, bath, kittie, mama, dada and juice. You try to climb everything you can get at least one foot on and enjoy throwing yourself wildly when you are on the couch.
The following are some of the adorable things taking place right now: Throwing balls wildly and often behind you. . . taking a series of very slow steps backwards when you want to sit on our lap while we are on the floor. . . your love of kitties (zzuzhuzz). . . walking over and laying your head down on us when we ask for a hug. . . trying to feed us your saliva soaked food. . .your Squidward laugh that often sounds fake, but is beyond adorable. . . wanting us to read you the same books over and over. . . (you're presently bringing me a book too big for you to handle "The Little Engine That Could" and are instantly frustrated). . . kissing each person or animal every time we turn the page . . .having us kiss "Monkey" before you go to bed. . .
I will never be able to effectively capture my emotions or memories and am honestly intimidated to even try, but these letters will serve as an attempt to share with you how much I love you as well as conveying the dreams I have for your life.
Love,
Dad
You woke up an hour too early this morning and are currently whining at me, but I wouldn't change a thing. I have a great deal to catch you up on over the seventeen months of your life. From a tornado that destroyed our home where you would have first lived to the recent summer we spent out of state, our lives have been an adventure marked by extreme highs as well as frustrating lows.
You have been walking for months and are very close to being able to run. You say quite a few words that include ball, bath, kittie, mama, dada and juice. You try to climb everything you can get at least one foot on and enjoy throwing yourself wildly when you are on the couch.
The following are some of the adorable things taking place right now: Throwing balls wildly and often behind you. . . taking a series of very slow steps backwards when you want to sit on our lap while we are on the floor. . . your love of kitties (zzuzhuzz). . . walking over and laying your head down on us when we ask for a hug. . . trying to feed us your saliva soaked food. . .your Squidward laugh that often sounds fake, but is beyond adorable. . . wanting us to read you the same books over and over. . . (you're presently bringing me a book too big for you to handle "The Little Engine That Could" and are instantly frustrated). . . kissing each person or animal every time we turn the page . . .having us kiss "Monkey" before you go to bed. . .
I will never be able to effectively capture my emotions or memories and am honestly intimidated to even try, but these letters will serve as an attempt to share with you how much I love you as well as conveying the dreams I have for your life.
Love,
Dad
"Until you have a son of your own... you will never know the joy, the love beyond feeling that resonates in the heart of a father as he looks upon his son. You will never know the sense of honor that makes a man want to be more than he is and to pass something good and hopeful into the hands of his son. And you will never know the heartbreak of the fathers who are haunted by the personal demons that keep them from being the men they want their sons to be." - Kent Nerburn
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