Dear Juliette,
I’m approaching 35 this year, and I can’t imagine being in the position to go through it all again – as much as I would like to.
I feel like you’re my only shot at a child. As much as I am in love with watching you grow up and become a little lady – I really do miss the times I could hold you on one forearm, or have you crawl up to my legs whilst sitting on the couch.
If I left this world tomorrow – I feel solace in the fact I’ve left behind at least one thing I’m immensely proud of.
Love,
Dad