Dear Twenty-Month-Old Daughter, I’m Sorry You Didn’t Get My Email Today

Reminding myself what it means to be a good father and a good husband

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Dear baby girl,

I shouldn’t be writing this. I should be writing you an email instead.

I’ve been telling you in the last ten mails that I’ll write more often, that I’m taking notes and I’ll catch them all up one of these days. But you’re progressing so fast that the notes only pile up.

You do so many new things a day that I don’t get to write them all down. Today you sang “Happy birth to daddy” then “Happy birth to mommy” then “Happy birth to the table.” I was about to note it down when I remembered that I had forgotten to note down your proclivity for using “the” (or “da” as you say it) in all your sentences — “Daddy do da pressing of da button” or “Mommy do da fetching of da water” or “Mommy do da kissing of da teddy.”

I wanted to document every step of your life and deliver it to you in a massive, professionally bound tome when you’re eighteen.

I opened this email account for you a few months after you were born. I wanted to document every step of your life and deliver it to you in a massive…