To a daughter, from a daddy.

Someone recently posted this letter on Facebook from a Daddy to his daughter about what she should one day look for in a husband.... This rings true for us and hope Blake will heed the advice:

Dear Cutie-Pie,

Recently, your mother and I were searching for an answer on Google. Halfway through entering the question, Google returned a list of the most popular searches in the world. Perched at the top of the list was “How to keep him interested.”

It startled me. I scanned several of the countless articles about how to be sexy and sexual, when to bring him a beer versus a sandwich, and the ways to make him feel smart and superior.

And I got angry.

Little One, it is not, has never been, and never will be your job to “keep him interested.”

Little One, your only task is to know deeply in your soul—in that unshakeable place that isn’t rattled by rejection and loss and ego—that you are worthy of interest. (If you can remember that everyone else is worthy of interest also, the battle of your life will be mostly won. But that is a letter for another day.)

If you can trust your worth in this way, you will be attractive in the most important sense of the word: you will attract a boy who is both capable of interest and who wants to spend his one life investing all of his interest in you.

Little One, I want to tell you about the boy who doesn’t need to be keptinterested, because he knows you are interesting:

I don’t care if he puts his elbows on the dinner table—as long as he puts his eyes on the way your nose scrunches when you smile. And then can’t stop looking.

I don’t care if he can’t play a bit of golf with me—as long as he can play with the children you give him and revel in all the glorious and frustrating ways they are just like you.

I don’t care if he doesn’t follow his wallet—as long as he follows his heart and it always leads him back to you.

I don’t care if he is strong—as long as he gives you the space to exercise the strength that is in your heart.

I couldn’t care less how he votes—as long as he wakes up every morning and daily elects you to a place of honor in your home and a place of reverence in his heart.

I don’t care about the color of his skin—as long as he paints the canvas of your lives with brushstrokes of patience, and sacrifice, and vulnerability, and tenderness.

I don’t care if he was raised in this religion or that religion or no religion—as long as he was raised to value the sacred and to know every moment of life, and every moment of life with you, is deeply sacred.

In the end, Little One, if you stumble across a man like that and he and I have nothing else in common, we will have the most important thing in common:

You.

Because in the end, Little One, the only thing you should have to do to “keep him interested” is to be you.

Your eternally interested guy,
Daddy

Article can be found here: http://drkellyflanagan.com/2013/04/17/a-daddys-letter-to-his-little-girl-about-her-future-husband/

Blake's First Easter

Easter morning we woke up to a few wonderful Easter baskets that the Easter bunny dropped off. 

Did a little Easter egg hunting.

Put on our pretty church clothes and explored our baskets.

Then spent the rest of the gorgeous day at church, lunch with friends and relaxing on our neighbors balcony. Happy 1st Easter Blake!

Blake Emme- Month 10

Dear Blake,

Oh Beanie Bear I know I say it every single month but time is going way way too fast! As usual we had a fabulous month with lots of milestones reached and activities conquered.

Most importantly after three months of rocking back and forth you started to crawl! And after you figured it out you were off. Off to unpack my suitcase. Off to knock the books off the book shelf. Off to the dog food bowl, which subsequently turned into you eating dog food.

Shortly after learning how to crawl you figured out how to pull to standing and decided cruising around furniture on two feet was infinitly better than using all four limbs to move.

With this new found mobility you have become such an independent player. You love things that make noise when you shake them, things that roll around in your roasting pan and anything that you shouldn't be playing with such as cell phones, remotes, and electrical cords.

You also love playing with other kids. When kids are around your dad and I no longer exist.

And you are so vocal now! "Babababa, dadadadadada" and when the dogs walk into a room you "woof" and squeal and say what I swear must be "Its Jackson."

You have started to act "shy" around strangers, tucking your head and peeking out to see them. But at home you are as far from shy as it gets. Handing us toys and food and pulling them back before we get them and laughing away when we "bite" things.

You have expanded your food repotoire to include favorites such as ice cream, quesadillas, waffles, feta cheese (well any cheese really) and bread of any kind. I swear we feed you fruits and veggies too!

Aside from all your achievments you also had a visit from Grammy and Captain Gregg and had such a good time snuggling with Grammy and swinging at the park.

You also made your third trip to Florida where you vacationed at the Ritz, walked on sand for the first time, loved swimming and have succumb to the intoxication of sleeping at your grandparents house (It was the same for me when visiting my grandparents growing up.)

You have grown into such a fun loving, energy filled, goof ball and we love you so much!

Love, 

Mom and Dad

Updates

How big are you?  

Not really sure....My guess is you are just about 16 lbs, you teeny tiny little thing! 

Where did we go? 

Miami and Tampa. You are officially a Ritz vacationer.

What did you do new?

You started crawling!! And cruising! You also went to the beach and ate ice cream for the first time.

Who did you see?

Grammy, Captain Gregg, Gigi, Big H, Aunt Annie, Tiffanie, Marissa, Jess, Michael, The Gibson's and a few other Tampa friends.

When did you sleep?

Thanks to Gigi you are on a sleep schedule! Naps at 10ish and 2ish for 1-2 hours. Bedtime around 7:30, wake up at 5:30 to eat and back down till 8ish. 

Going to Florida of course messed this up and you basically didn't sleep while we were at the hotel, which was tough, but eventually around 11 pm you would pass out on the bed and sleep till morning. Once we got home you were right back on track!

Visiting with Grammy and Captain Gregg

Enjoying your first ice cream cone

Play time at the Ritz

Brunch in Tampa

Goofing around at Gigi's house

Back in Denver playing with her roasting pan and socks

Snow day!

Happy Easter!

10 Month Photo Shoot