I know I say “Mommy” all the time, I always follow her around and do everything she does. Sometimes I give you ouch when I make you go downstairs during bedtime or only want Mommy when I have a booboo. But that doesn’t mean I love you less. I always think of you when I have dinner with mommy, when I do my artwork, that plus a hundred, hundred times a day. I always ask Mommy to “texting Daddy” and to “calling Daddy” because I miss you when you are in the office because you have a meeting. I like going to school because it’s near Daddy’s office and I can see “Daddy’s building”. In my little heart, I have “really, really big, sooo big” love for the only man in my life.
**And I promise not to think of or look at boys in any shape or form, until I’ve graduated from college, can keep a steady job and I’m 30 years old. (that’s Mommy talking)**
Love you dad!