My Goo-Goo-Pop. My Monkey. My Little Sweetie. My Stinker. My Cutie Pie. I love you so much, and I am so thankful you are my daughter and I get to be your dad. I pray for you every day that you know the love I have for you is the same love God has for you. His Love is even more bigger and better than mine, though.
Watching you grow up has been crazy. There have been some hard days, because I don’t know how to handle someone so smart, and someone like me. I want things my way, and I know you do too. I wish I could just give it all to you. But more importantly, I want you to know God and know His purpose for you.
There have been some awesome days too that are so much fun, like when I make funny noises or faces and make you and your sister laugh non-stop. Or when we go to the store and we have fun goofing as we walk around the store. Or when I carry you to some other part of the house and you want me to do it again and again.
And, of course, there are the days I get to watch you be so focused on your karate katas that you take home trophies or medals. I could not be prouder of how hard you have been working this summer at karate camp and getting your belt promotions. I am glad you are excited about karate, and I am proud of your accomplishments. I am always going to be proud of you, but I am glad you found something that you enjoy and makes you happy.
Always do your best, and always do what you love.
I love you just the way you are: how silly you are, the crazy, silly things you do and say, how hard you try, how you play with your sister or yourself, how you don’t like putting away your laundry, how you talk to your turtle in the morning, how you snuggle with me before falling asleep some nights. I love to hear you act and play with yourself. Your messy room drives me nuts, but I love that you love it just the way it is.
I love how much you love your sister and your friends. I am glad you are so loyal to both, and I hope that continues through your life. I pray that both your sister and your friends know how much you love them.
I don’t remember much of your baby days, unfortunately, but I remember your days from two years old and on. I remember the scowl on your face just about anytime someone took your picture. I remember how impressed I was to see you use my iPhone at such a young age. I remember some of our fights, but I also remember some other times of love and kindness and peace we had. I remember the times I would be squatting down to talk to you, and you would turn from facing me to trying to sit on my lap knocking me down.
I try my best to not get too mad and tell you to stop and obey, because I don’t want you to shy away from your feelings and keep your mouth shut. I want you to speak up and speak your mind when it is necessary. I want you to fight for what you believe in, and I want you to fight for others and what is right. I want you to fight for God, and follow His purpose for your life.
I can’t promise you good times. I can’t promise that I’ll always agree with you. But I promise to always love you. I promise to always be on your side and choose you.
Thank you for letting me be your dad, and thank you for being Haley. Thank you for being a silly monkey. Thank you for being an awesome six year old.
I love you.