This morning you slept until 8 am.  Unbelievable because you are usually up by 7.  Maybe you know that it is a lovely, rainy start to a holiday weekend and you are getting yourself ready.

Anyway, you came into my room and immediately looked at the bed and asked, “Where’s Daddy?”.

I told you that he had already left for work.  You looked at me and said, “But I want to give him a kiss.”

So we decided to save the kiss until he gets home tonight.

Several times over the past week you have adamantly demanded a violin.  With a bow.  And you do not accept my claims to not have one to give you.  I don’t know how you even know what a violin is, but you do, and you really, really want one.  Too much PBS, I’m guessing.

So now I’m off to search Amazon to see if there might be a toy violin under the Christmas tree for you…

I love you very, very much. I’m glad that you’re my dadda. I like watching the Dodgers with you. I like it when you sing with me before bedtime. I like it when you help me brush my teeth. I like to play in the pool with you. I like it when you help me pick out clothes for the day and that you let me wear any socks and shoes I want, whether they match or not. I like that when I wake up in the middle of the night you always come to make sure that I’m ok.

I made you a card and I tried to post a picture of it here, but I couldn’t figure out how to do it. I’m only 2, you know. Maybe you can help me do it later.

Happy Father’s Day. I love you.

Love,

Abby

So, for the both of us, I say Happy 30th Birthday, Ryan.  We love you.  Big Big.