Your Daddy

Dear Connor,

By the time you are old enough to read this, you will already know - your Daddy loves you sooooooooooooo much. I wish you could see now though, how his eyes light up when he sees you after coming home from work. Or how much delight he takes in watching you learn and play. I know this phrase is said many, many times, by people all over the world, but truly - you have the best Daddy in the world. He goes to work early, so he can come home early, in order to have more time to play with you! He proudly puts you on his shoulders so you can squeal with excitement. He plays silly games that some men wouldn't be caught dead doing, just to make you laugh. He plays beautiful Spanish classical guitar until you fall asleep. He protects you. He cheers you up. And he smothers you in kisses. If it weren't for your dad, you would grow up having no idea what baseball is. Or how to correctly kick a soccer ball. Or how to master a tremolo on a classical guitar. I am so, so happy that you have him as your daddy.

Michael, I love you so much for the husband you have become and are becoming, and for the dad you have become and are becoming.