Dear Daughter,
On this day five years ago you were born. It is your day; a day to celebrate you but it's a day for your parents as well.
--Dad
On this day five years ago you were born. It is your day; a day to celebrate you but it's a day for your parents as well.
Your parents, before they knew you, felt something you probably wouldn't expect: fear. They were afraid they wouldn't be any good at being parents. They thought they might not be able to provide the things you needed.
In retrospect, it was kind of silly, but five years ago today, that was what your parents felt.
But they had no reason to fear, not because they figured things out or became the most wonderful parents overnight; they did it because you were a delight. You made it easy. You probably knew that and could have told us, but you were not yet born, so you could not.
This day is about you, but remember it is also the day your parents met you. You turned your parents from a wad of unformed clay into statues, starting on this day. You were born, and a lot became sparkingly clear that was impenetrably hazy. That is this day, too.
But they had no reason to fear, not because they figured things out or became the most wonderful parents overnight; they did it because you were a delight. You made it easy. You probably knew that and could have told us, but you were not yet born, so you could not.
This day is about you, but remember it is also the day your parents met you. You turned your parents from a wad of unformed clay into statues, starting on this day. You were born, and a lot became sparkingly clear that was impenetrably hazy. That is this day, too.
--Dad
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