Wednesday, August 24, 2016
i do love you
Our giant poodle, Tammy bit this ball, so the air deflated. John put the remains on his head as a helmet, and he brought over the other scrap and placed it on your head.
Everything about this, from your little ID bracelet, to your curls and tearful lips, to Dad's own kiss against your cheek, and a hand big enough to cross your whole belly--it grabs a hold of me.
I took this picture with an old 35 mm with manual focus. It's a second in time, captured forever.
This is you sitting on Dad's side of the bed, hugging Kari on the day she was born.
Daniel? You, whom I have loved since I was an 18 year old girl? You and me and Dad and John?
In this whole entire world, there is not one single person I love more than I love you.
This annoys your brothers and sisters because somehow they twist it around to mean that I love them less.
I do not love them less than I love you.
How are these things actually measured?
Thank you for being brave enough to venture into a family as young and inexperienced as this one.
Thank you for your kindness and generosity, for laughing along with us, and saying, "Awww," in the right places, for working hard and being a fine example of devotion and dedication to your own family.
I could not love any one of you more.
Happy Birthday, Daniel T.
Love forever, Mom and Dad and Everybody