It is Sunday, I left home at 6 pm for a church meeting. I won't see you again until Thursday night or Friday morning because I'll be working in Seattle this week. There is no method through which I can convey to you how much I'll miss holding you, tickling you, and kissing you over these few days, at least none that I'm aware of. Yet, even though you're only 14 months old, you knew what my departure tonight meant. You were heartbroken when you saw me heading for the door and you let me know. I backed away from the door and scooped you up; you gave me a tight hug with your short precious arms and held me for a while. I pulled away and you gave me one of your wonderful, perfect kisses.
You melt my heart in a million ways, and every day brings a new one. We spent a lot of time together today, my favorite being the time we spent chasing each other during the third hour at church. The fiery excitement I see in your eyes sends my heart aflutter. Your trusting embrace brings me to my knees. I love you sweet child, with feelings I never knew could be experienced by man. Thank you for being my daughter. Thank you for being my friend.
Gratefully yours,
Dad