Peanut, you turned 14 today.
I sit here, maybe 20 feet from you.
Sleeping, you are.
I can still hear your breath.
Its late and its been a busy day. Up at 6 and off to school by 7. You looked cute with your cheer jacket on. Thanks for giving me a kiss before you left. My day always goes better when you do. I feel like that is one thing I can hang onto that makes me feel important in your life. You haven't forgotten me.
School, study, cheer practice and home at 7:30.
Some days my heart aches for you. As much as I want to protect you, I can't. I don't want you to hurt. I don't want you to feel rejection or disappointment or loss.
Never the less, I send you off to school each day to learn and experience life.
I hope I have done you well, thus far. I've tried. I love for all that you are. You are my ray of sunshine.
Mac & cheese, broccoli, srawberry soda and red velvet cake. Its what you wanted for dinner. Obviously I've failed you on the nutrition front. I'm sorry.
I love you little one. I hope 15 is even better.
All my love, Dad