i love you, dada

i love my daddy. he does all kinds of stuff to show me that he loves me. we wrestle together and play chase on the floor. and in the mornings, if i'm acting real sweet, he shares his yogurt and cereal with me. i like that a lot. he spoils me, sometimes, too. like mama usually puts me in my crib and lets me cry my eyes out to fall asleep, but dada always holds me and rocks me and sings sweet songs to me. mama cuddles with me too, but only dada knows how to put me to sleep just the way i like it. every day he gives me so many kisses that my dog friend jack gets a little jealous. i can't help that i'm way cuter and a lot less hairier than him though. dada and me- we laugh with eachother all the time. sometimes i laugh at him and sometimes he laughs at me. we have the best of times, uh-huh.

my dada prays for me every day. even though i don't understand everything yet, i know that he wants me to know all about Jesus. he tells me that is why i must learn to obey him. sometimes when i am not being wise and don't obey, i get sad and hope that mama will come and rescue me. but even when i get in trouble for stuff, my dada stills holds me close and tells me he loves me- and i just know he does.

i love you too, dada.