There are things in this world that aren’t supposed to happen. One of those things in my life is that my daughter is not supposed to grow up. And yet, I know that my responsibility as your father isn’t to raise a little girl, but an adult who will one day face this world.
But still, I struggle. You’re supposed to always sit on my lap and give me a hug. You’re supposed to always kiss me and say, “I love you, daddy.”
We’ve been working on this since your mommy and I brought you home from the hospital. I would always tickle you and ask, “Who loves you?” to which you learned to reply “Daddy.” And I would ask, “Who’s your favorite?” and you learned to reply “Daddy.” I would ask, “Who loves you more than Daddy?” and you would reply “Daddy.” And finally, I would ask “Who gets to pick out all of your boyfriends?” and you would giggle. You wouldn’t answer. You would just giggle. I should have known what trouble I would be in.
But today you turn 6. I don’t even know what to do with that. You’re in kindergarten. You’ve got your mom’s wit and smile. You’ve got your daddy’s heart.
I love you Allycat. Happy Birthday bit.