Love ~ The Timeless Story

As the father of three daughters and seven boys it is always harder to find that "right" gift for my girls. The older two are not as hard as the baby girl and she knows, she has daddy wrapped around her finger. As a father there are only so many pairs of Uggs, Pandora charms or perfumes you can buy your daughter. That last Christmas before a car, I find to be the most difficult. 

This final year isn't really to hard to pass for a son but a daughter is a little more work as they really notice thought as much as price tags. Take any teenage boy and you can just throw an xBox, PS or rifle at them and you've made an awesome Christmas. My daughters, not so much. Kiki is a little bit of a pain in the ass to be honest. She has a knack for getting exactly what she has asked for and then looking at you like you must be joking once she has opened everything. That is not really her fault she plays the baby girl to perfection. I applaud her for that. My wife, maybe not so much, lol.

This past year with the new baby we decided to change things up for the older kids and we started giving them items that they would be able to move out with and hopefully keep for a long time afterwards. So holding my breath I presented her with this.

I was shocked, she loves it. She said it is what she has always dreamed about for her room. LOL, sounds like someone has mastered the art of sucking up. I didn't share this at Christmas as it wasn't that big of a deal to be honest as I figured she would be well past her love of this by the end of 2017.

I had not thought any more about the desk until today. She comes to me shaking saying, this is so sad. What's sad? What's wrong? I was a typical clueless dad at this point. That's when she hands my this old dirty red envelope. WTF is this was the first thought that crossed my mind. Did my daughter have some boy at school that needed a firm, ass kicking, I mean speaking to? So, I took it from her and examined it closer. 

This is what was in the envelope.




She had found a lost letter of love from 1975, a 43 year old record of hope, good will and Christmas


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