Papa

Papa is sick. Very sick. He had a heart attack on your birthday and he went to the hospital in Oshkosh. Right after your birthday party, he was airlifted to Milwaukee so he could go to St. Luke.  We are all scared and praying. You sent him a rubber duck dressed like a knight to cheer him up.  I hope he likes it. 

Going through all if this had been really hard. I'm crying for my daddy and trying to smile and throw you a happy birthday.  It's agonizing at times, but that's how life is. It takes painful lows to help us savor the sweet simple moments of like.  As you danced and sang into your pink plastic microphone last night, I felt such intense joy in spite of all of fear I have about losing my daddy. When I watched you play with Daddy last night, I didn't feel sad. I felt an intense comfort.  My relationship with my daddy is real and special, just like yours.  And like you, I want him in my life for a long, long time.