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Last night, C sat on the kitchen counter and wrote me a letter. In between all of the illegible parts and barely readable scrawl, I made out that she thinks I am a GRAT DAD. She likes it on the days that I leave work early and pick her up from SKUL. She also likes it that I PLA with her. It was entirely too sweet.

I've always hoped that we would be able to provide kids with happy childhood memories and a sense of security. I hope that they feel loved. There are always going to be bumps in their lives, but little indicators like C's note make me think we might be doing okay.