You won’t believe this, but I am writing this letter a day early. It’s true! You turn 10 months old tomorrow.
Today is Father’s Day, and I have spent a lot of the day watching you and your papa enjoy each other. He held and entertained you during Sunday mass. He fed you carrots and squash during our Shabu Shabu lunch. He rocked you to sleep and took an afternoon nap with you. When you awoke—and, really, throughout the day—you played and laughed together. It was a joy to witness.
Your papa is a remarkable father. I already told him that a hundred times today, but I wanted to tell you, too, since I know that is the sort of thing that you may not realize on your own until you are much, much older. He has been caring for you since day one. I was recovering from my surgery and could barely get out of bed, so Papa was the first one to feed you, rock you and change your diaper. You had to stay in the NICU for the first two days of your life, so Papa kept you company. I wanted to be with you so badly, but my heart hurt a little less knowing that your papa was there. I knew he’d take such good care of you.
And I was right. Ten months later, and he’s still taking wonderful care of you. You are so lucky to have him in your life. We both are.
Since my last letter was only two weeks ago, you might think that not a lot has happened, but you’d be wrong. In the past two weeks…
You have crawled across the couch a couple times and once or twice on the floor.
Of course, you’d rather walk. You can stagger along the couch, holding on to the ottoman. You go back and forth and back again.
Your two bottom teeth have come in and I think the others are starting to push their way through too.
You have won the hearts of half a dozen girls. Whether the girl is 2, 10 or 30, you turn on the charm and before I know it she’s found you irresistible. (I don’t blame them. You are pretty cute.)
You have become a champion eater. You were already pretty good, but now you can eat handfuls of cheerios in a jif and inhale a cup of yogurt in no time. No wonder you’ve grown so big.
Summer is here now, and we are going to have a blast. You and your papa are going to spend a lot more time together, because school is out and he’s on vacation. I’ll be working a little bit more, but I plan on taking many breaks with you both. I want to take you swimming and to the Long Beach Aquarium, and I want to have many picnics in the park. Plus, we’re going on a couple of road trips and on your first airplane ride, too.
Doesn’t that all sound fun? I think so.
So, what are we waiting for? C’mon, let’s go! Adventure awaits.
All my love,