Admittedly the best.
I just figured out that I'm a grownup. I'm 40, and have a family which I look around and realize that I'm the
Most important, though, is that Christmas doesn't mean that I want anything, anymore. I want to be with my family, and to see the kids open some presents. I want to see them happy, yet not overwhelmed and spoiled.
This morning, my nine year old handed me a cup of coffee and a hand-made Christmas card. On the front was a monochromatic Christmas tree and the words "Merry Christmas! Daddy." On the inside was written:
I can't be your friend, but I can be your daughter-- and I am grateful for just that. Love, [Nine Year-Old].
Huh. Could have sworn she used a Sharpie. Can't figure out why the ink seems to be blurring.
I hope your day is filled with the warmth that is in my heart, right now.
Labels: Adulthood, expectations, family, holidays, love, Spontaneous tears
posted by Matt G @ 12:36 PM
6 Comments:
Takes a helluva dad to raise a daughter like that.
And it will still be blurry years from now.
Merry Christmas my friend.
Merry Christmas! I find that the older I get, the more I enjoy giving gifts rather than receiving them.
The great moment in your life will come sometime in the future when you realise that your daughter has now become your friend.
It's a wonderful moment in time.
Lovely story. :) I hope you and your gorgeous family had a grand Christmas, and will have many, many more. :)
It was and agree with Suz!
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