Letters to Spencer (Reid/Alvez)

Perfect

Spencer, 

                Three months ago, we welcomed our daughter to the world. Our Peyton Diana was born on September seventeenth. While she is absolutely the sweetest little girl, parenting is hard. I couldn't imagine doing this without you. You're my rock, Spencer. I panic anytime anything happens to her, and you're always there to calm us both down. When I can't get her to stop crying, you try to calm her and tell me its not my fault. She's a baby, she cries. You're already such an amazing father. Peyton's only three months old and yet she absolutely adores her Daddy. I'm so proud of you, Spencer. You're so good with her. I know when she's older she'll know how much you love her, and she'll appreciate everything you do for her. For now, I'll do that. You're already reading her sci-fi novels. I hope she's just like you. I hope she's just as kind, smart, and loving as you are. She's definitely as beautiful. Babies look like aliens, but for some reason, Peyton's perfect. I can't wait until she says her first statistic.

Yours,

Luke