Thursday, August 19, 2010

Dear Daddy

Dear Daddy
So much is happening.....Emily is growing up.
She's 15 now and a beautiful young lady.
I wish you could see her.
She still dances...but now it's on her toes.
She's a ballerina, Daddy, and a good one.
She's very girly but she likes sports, too.
She and Larry enjoy the Indians games and watch football together.
Soccer is her newest love.
She's on the high school soccer team.
Her favorite color is purple.
She sings.
She draws.
She has your talent.
She has your nose.
She's pretty, smart and funny.
She's still a social butterfly.
She's the sun, the moon and the stars.

She has a young man in her life, Daddy.
I think you would really like him.
He reminds me a lot of both you and Larry.
He's going to be 17.
His birthday is 2 days before yours and 7 days before Larry's.
There's something extremely attractive about September men.
He is kind, generous and hard-working.
He absolutely adores her.
She's his princess just as she was yours.
She loves him.
He's her prince riding to her rescue.

I wish you could see them.
The way he looks at her.
The way she hops around when she knows she'll see him.
The way he kisses her on the forehead when she falls asleep on his shoulder.
The way she smiles when she talks about him.
The way they walk holding hands.
The way they talk on the phone every night.

Hummmm....It sound like a young man and woman you knew.

Is it a forever love?
The one you watched bloom was.
This one?

We like him, Daddy.
We like him a lot.
He's good for her.
He grounds her without clipping her wings.
They're so young.
They're so crazy about each other.
Their future is a big blank canvas.

I worry.
I worry about broken hearts.
I worry her world will fall apart again.
I watched a boy break our baby's heart.
I watched her crumble.
I watched her loose her self-esteem.
I watched as my girl disappeared.
I held her while she cried.
I couldn't make it better.
Mommy's kisses weren't magic this time.

I watched while Wes fixed it.
I watched him build her back up.
His patience.
His gentleness.
His kindness.
His strength.
He patched her back together.
Kissed the hurt away.
Encouraged her free spirit to fly again.

We owe that boy more then he will ever know.
He gave us our baby back.

So much is happening......

I hope you can see.

I love you ........ your baby girl - Me

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