I can’t share the details of her letters. I haven’t asked her permission. The contents are private and meant for my eyes only.
Each time I read one of her little notes a part of me…well, I don’t know how to say it. I’m not sure if a part of me melts, or gets goose bumps, or what it is. You must experience the thing to know what I mean.
Maybe you have experienced this feeling. It’s the feeling that happens when several things intersect. Part one is the love a father has for his baby girl. Part two happens when that princess has grown to a teenager. Part the third is finding, at the end of a long work day, a note she left for you tucked under your alarm clock.
I’m lost in that moment. Waves of emotion overwhelm me.
If you are a father who’s little girl has grown up and still leaves you love notes, then you know the feeling. If you don’t have such a girl, there is just no way for me to describe the heart melting, joy giving, pride swelling emotion that I felt tonight.