Dear Reyna,
You are growing every day. I’m trying to imagine what you’ll look like. Unfortunately, you may have to deal with my wild strawberry hair, but I’m sure you’ll get Mommy’s gorgeous, electric blue eyes. You’re also made to inherit her stunning smile.
Today, Mommy and I went to the park. We watched all the children play and I laced a wreath of pink and gold wild flowers into her smooth blonde hair. The warm, summer breeze twirled between us, and all I could think of was how perfect it was. I will take you to that park. I think you'll love it as much as I do.
One of Mom's friends passed by us with her child. Every time I see someone with their child, I always think of how one day that will be me. Anyways, the woman exclaimed, ‘’Congratulations, you two! Ed, you’re a lucky man.”
“I know,” I replied. I couldn't be luckier to have you and your mother in my life. Mommy giggled and showed off her model-worthy smile.
I swear, I could see you sitting there, twenty years from now, with that same laugh chiming like church bells.
The baby birds tweeting in their nests also reminded me of you; their tiny eyes sealed shut, but to be soon opened wide and explore the world. And when you fly away, I’ll put my future in you. Just don’t grow up too fast! I can’t wait to see those precious sparkling orbs.
Love always,
Papa Sheeran
