Whatever I do...
So this summer your Dad has been playing baseball. You even came out to watch a game and it was one of my favorite moments of being your dad. It also made me realize that everything I do in this world - I pretend like you are with me and watching me.
I want to make you proud. I want to be the kind of person that you fall in love with as much as I have fallen in love with you. That's an interesting dynamic between a Father and their child. Most relationships between parents and children don't necessarily end up being that close. Mine didn't.
My Father - although he felt the same I believe... wanting to make me proud of him and love him fell short of that mark later in life. When I was younger he was larger than life and shaped many of my viewpoints - but as I grew older I found myself resenting him for his many faults.
When I think of you - I still think of a blank canvas. I still think of all the time we have together to experience things. I want to show you the world - more than I ever did - I want to experience things with you for the first time - together. I hope you're ready. Because I am.
When I play baseball and am hitting or playing the field - even at this older age where I am not as good as I used to be - I think to myself. How do I make them proud? What kind of effort should I show them to live by. You are my inspiration to live. I adore you both.