Dear Lucy Lou,
You and I, we're lucky girls, you know that? You have the most wonderful dad and honestly, that is one of the best things you can get in life. I should know, I had one myself, even if only for just s short while. I just hope that you appreciate him, even though I'm sure he'll embarrass the hell out of you numerous times in your life, and realize how much he has loved you before you even arrived on this earth. I don't want you to realize what a wonderful thing you had too late, so I'll be sure to tell you every day how incredibly lucky you are to have him.
He's taken care of your mommy so well these past 7 months, and for four years before that. From the moment we met, in fact. As we speak he is vacuuming the carpet for me and is going to make me dinner, as he does every night. You're also damn lucky that your dad knows how to cook, because although mommy can make some darn good dishes,(we've counted and there's about 10 solid standbys that I can make), but they pale in comparison to the gourmet meals daddy serves up every night. I'm sure at some point you'll complain because you want boxed mac and cheese, like all your friends, but you'll come to realize that to have a Le Cordon Bleu trained father is an amazing thing, just wait until you can truly appreciate his salmon burgers with basil aioli and sweet potato fries, or his apple cider pork chops with homemade applesauce and creamy mashed potatoes. I'm getting hungry just thinking about it!
It is my hope for you that you are a total daddy's girl. That daddy can do no wrong in your eyes, even when you become an obnoxious teenager. Let mommy deal with that part and let daddy continue to be the hero. You never know how short a time you have with people in your life, life seems especially short with the ones you love the most.
I love your daddy so much and I can't wait for you to love him as well because he so deserves all the love we can give. We are the luckiest girls in the world my Lucy darling, we truly are.
"I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep."