You’ve made it to your second year, Lukas, and I am so proud to see how far you’ve come in such a short time. While I still may not understand everything that you’re saying, you’ve become quite the conversationalist. You have also become quite adept at unlocking locks, opening doors, climbing over obstacles, and putting things together; sometimes I wonder how those skills will be put to use, but I’m sure you’ll find the most productive output for them and society at large.
I want to hold onto these moments: these ones where we share a story or a song, where you eat your pancakes with a wide grin, where you laugh at a cartoon character’s missteps, and where you give me a big hug before bed. Soon, you’re going to put these things behind you as you grow into the smart young man you will be, and I will feel their loss, but I hope you will always keep your sense of humor, that twinkle in your eye, the gentleness you show for others around you, and that fathomless curiosity.
I’m not a rich man, but you know I will always give you whatever it takes for you to become the best you can be. For what it’s worth, you have my wisdom and experiences to draw upon. I am by no means a spiritual giant, but I do know the direction, and I will do my best to keep you on the right path. There will be times when I will fail you, but I will always stay in the fight for you. You are so worth it.
So save a pancake for your Daddy, and we’ll keep laughing together until Year Three. Love ya, Buddy.