This is your Daddy. I know you are too young to read this, but I wanted to write this because your Daddy needs a blog this week and I love writing about you.
I pretty much love you, except for last Sunday when you were really whiney.
It was one of those days where I was like, “I am done being your Dad.”
And after Daddy told Mommy and his therapist, guess what?
The next day Daddy fell in love with you all over again.
I am afraid that is how things go with your Dad.
If you have not figured it out yet, your Daddy’s crazy.
Anyways, I wanted to thank you for being my daughter.
I know it’s only been a little over 18 months since you were born, but my life has changed.
I am less angry, I think.
I am actually happier, which is weird to say. Your Dad can be pretty much a downer, but you know that already.
I feel more fulfilled and less obsessed with being famous.
You have given me more purpose.
And I don’t think I could ever love something as much as you.
You have shown me how to be more silly.
To play more.
On stage and in life.
Your Daddy can be real serious about most things.
Your Daddy can be pretty joyless, too.
That is why we had you in the first place, Betsy, to bring more joy into our lives.
And it seems to be working.
You became Winnie the Pooh to Daddy’s Eeyore.
And at this point, I wanted to tell you that we are glad that we had you.
I love you.
Your Daddy had a Daddy a long time ago in far and distant land.
And your Daddy’s Daddy had hard time expressing his feelings and saying “I love you” to your Daddy when your Daddy was growing up.
And as your Daddy, Betsy, I am going to try to not make the same mistake that my Daddy made. I can guarantee I will make others, and from time to time to I may even forget this one, too.
But for today, I want to say, “Betsy, I love you.”
I love you very much.
Thank you for being my daughter.