Letter to my daughter

Dear Arah,

I love you. I know I told you this before, so I know you know that I love you, but I want to say it again. I love you, Arah.

I came home late from work today, and you went to bed unusually early, so I didn’t get a chance to see you; I didn’t want to wake you up, so I stayed in the living room, chatting with your grandparents.

After we finished dinner, I heard you cry, so I hurried upstairs and found you in the crib. You were crying because you didn’t find anyone around when you woke up in the middle of sleep. I tried to soothe you, holding your hands and gently stroking your hair.. You were relieved, and quickly went back to sleep, still holding my fingers. After a while, I tried to pull my finger out, but your hand still followed it, and tried to grab it again. It was such a magical feeling. I stared at you breathing in and out, and realized how much I loved you.

Sometimes, when I am busy, or when I am not in the mood, I feel like you are asking for too much attention, and that you are asking for too much of my time. My arms are aching now, and I sometimes wished that you were more independent, not wanting my attention and holding so much.

You know what, I now fully appreciate this moment, and also appreciate that you want my hands and my attention. Some day, I will get older, and I will get weaker. The day will come that I want your attention a lot, and ask you to hold my hands.. So I am happy that I can hold you in my arms and I can provide you comfort.

Have a sweet dream.


(Arah is now 18 months old)

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