A year and a day...
Darling Nicky,
As the title says, it's been a year and a day since I really did any sort of entry into this little journal of ours. Time has passed unbelievably quickly. For the last couple months I've been thinking about taking up this endeavor and bearing witness to our travels through life together. A year ago, I thought it was a good idea to stop writing for a while because I was in an especially dark place emotionally. It felt like so much of your development had plateaued, you didn't seem to be getting the hang of potty training, and all my entries in this journal merely reminded me of the darkness and bitterness in my head, and I felt it would be better to stop writing altogether rather than focus constantly on the negative. But in the last year my love for you has continued to deepen, you're making progress in so many ways, and you're pretty much completely potty trained. Your speech is through the roof. And while your articulation needs improvement, your sentence structure and vocabulary grows increasingly sophisticated. And I'm always proud of how hard you work and how patient and loving you are with your family, our little ohana. Understand this, Nicky: my not writing for a while was never really about you; it was entirely about me. My feelings for you, my love, my passion, never wavered. Only my own character did, and that only in the sense that I saw I was dwelling on the negatives, and not concentrating on the greatest positive, the source of my strength, that which gives me courage and allows me to experience depths of love I never imagined--you, my greatest adventure.
Love,
Dad
As the title says, it's been a year and a day since I really did any sort of entry into this little journal of ours. Time has passed unbelievably quickly. For the last couple months I've been thinking about taking up this endeavor and bearing witness to our travels through life together. A year ago, I thought it was a good idea to stop writing for a while because I was in an especially dark place emotionally. It felt like so much of your development had plateaued, you didn't seem to be getting the hang of potty training, and all my entries in this journal merely reminded me of the darkness and bitterness in my head, and I felt it would be better to stop writing altogether rather than focus constantly on the negative. But in the last year my love for you has continued to deepen, you're making progress in so many ways, and you're pretty much completely potty trained. Your speech is through the roof. And while your articulation needs improvement, your sentence structure and vocabulary grows increasingly sophisticated. And I'm always proud of how hard you work and how patient and loving you are with your family, our little ohana. Understand this, Nicky: my not writing for a while was never really about you; it was entirely about me. My feelings for you, my love, my passion, never wavered. Only my own character did, and that only in the sense that I saw I was dwelling on the negatives, and not concentrating on the greatest positive, the source of my strength, that which gives me courage and allows me to experience depths of love I never imagined--you, my greatest adventure.
Love,
Dad
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