My Dearest Myla Rae,
He loves you.
He loves you like his own.
You are more his than anyone else's. (This is his own mantra, I didn't make this up).
He wants you to grow up confident and brave, yet he's always in the sidelines to catch you and support you whenever you need it.
To this day, he's the only one who has sucked snot out of your blocked nose because you're too young to know how to blow your own nose and you won't let us use the nose pump on you. I mean he physically sucked it out. With his own mouth.
... and he caught your virus and was ill the next few days. But that night, you slept without a blocked nose, and for him, it was worth it.
He’s also your best advocate. We were both so proud to be there when you graduated playgroup (and you sang so loudly during the performance, the video is on my instagram).
He was shopping for a goose down pillow for himself, and I (as usual) declined one for myself because OMG excessive lah! But because you had just turned 2yrs old at the time, and couldn't make decisions for youself, he decided on your behalf that you would like one too.
And then there is the bit which no one likes doing but it is necessary. Discipline.
I’m impressed with his sense of balance and his sense of responsibility. No one likes to be the “bad cop”. Every one around you now only want to be in it for the fun parts because it makes you like them more. Don't you forget that.
Lastly, please don't forget to be grateful. He's a young dad, and he has taken on so much more than any of his similar aged peers have. He worries that what he's doing is never enough. He worries that you will one day look upon him as an outsider and not her father (I told him that this would not happen but still it's one of his nightmares). I've said thank you to him many times before, but if you read this and he's still alive and around, maybe you should thank him too.