Dear Isabella,
I showed up early today to pick you up from preschool; so I sat in the car and watched you play with your friends. I watched you run from this place to that as only a toddler can; as if everything is new.
And I watched the smile on your face grow and grow with every foot of elevation as one of your teachers picked you up so you could grab hold of the "rings." Man it looked like you were having a good time.
I never would have guessed how much fun it would be just to watch you smile; but it is truly one of life’s rewards. I sat in the car and watched you have fun. And in the end it was I that was smiling, that was feeling young.
Off course, all along worrying about your safety. Worrying that you might trip or get hurt. Worrying that you might fall. I guess that is just part of it, part of the constant conflict of being a parent.
On one hand it is great to watch you run about. Yet I have this voice in my head that won't let me stop worrying. I am such a "dad," such a nerd.
P.S. I guess some men sitting in cars and watching kids play are not totally creepy.
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