How are you already 6?


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.

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