First there was this …
And then there was this ..
Sometime in the middle of the night, I woke up and wrote a note to my girl. I didn’t play wordsmith. I didn’t even read it before I sent it to her via e-mail. It’s not artful nor well-constructed, but the packaging wasn’t the point. The message was.
I’m so damned proud of you, sweet girl. I’ve listened to that song again and again and again and each and every time I marvel at the wonder that you’re my child.
Last night was your concert, baby. And when you realized it was Mama and Daddy’s wedding anniversary, you said, “But you should be going out to dinner!”
I couldn’t have meant it more when I told you that there was nothing in this world that I would rather do on my anniversary than sit with your dad and your sister and watch the product of our love make music. For the love of God, read that sentence again. Can you imagine anything more awesome, in the truest sense of the word, than to watch your own child creating something beautiful?
I was blown away, baby. Not just because your raw talent was magnetic and haunting. Not just because you’re beauty and poise leave me literally holding my breath. Not just because you have a presence about you — a light, a warmth, that captivates me. Not just because you are the greatest human being I’ve ever met, of any age.
Because you are brave. Because you believe in yourself enough to overcome your fear that you won’t.
Because I could not, as your Papa would say, have designed you better myself.
I love you so much, sweet pea.
And all of that was because of this …
That’s my kid.
Creating something beautiful.
Best anniversary present ever.