A Letter to My 1-Year-Old Daughter

Dear Jade,

One year ago, you surprised our family by arriving six weeks early.

I wasn’t prepared.

Your bedroom wasn’t built yet, the car seat was still sealed in it’s carton, and we hadn’t cleaned out our apartment to make room for an influx of stuff.

I wasn’t prepared.

Sleep deprivation, irrational crying, piles of laundry, and navigating sibling jealousy.

I wasn’t prepared.

Frilly dresses, hair bows, wiping a vagina for diaper changes, and calling you my “Sweet, Sweet” publicly.

I wasn’t prepared.

Upon your arrival, our family consisted of mom, me, and your 7-year-old brother, and I loved them to infinity and beyond. I wasn’t sure how I could love another person as much as I loved them. Did my heart have any more room?

I wasn’t prepared for the compassion, tenderness and love I had for you since the first moment you were nestled in my arms. Friends mentioned a special bond for dads with daughters, but never in my wildest dreams would I be able to comprehend it until you were napping peacefully in my arms; staring intently and studying every nook and crease on your lovely face.

That jubilant look on your face along with those precious dimples melts my heart every day.  The hugs, cuddles, and steady stream of kisses.

I wasn’t prepared for this.

This past year has been an absolute blur and a thrilling joy ride. I can’t imagine my life or our family being complete without you in it. Additionally, I credit you with opening up a caring side of me that I never knew existed.

Happy First Birthday, Jade. Even though I didn’t think it was possible, your presence has made my life so much richer and that is one of the greatest things a father (and parent) could ever receive. I can’t wait to relish in more of our daily adventures in the years to come.

Love,

Dad