My Delightful Child,
Time passes by, marked but unseen. The sun dances closer to the Earth to watch my favorite season wax fully, Autumn. A year from now, I will be holding you in my lap, trying to feed you some pumpkin pie. If we're lucky, Mommy won't notice, and you and I can share our first slice together. I love Autumn! I will take you often out to the countryside, and teach you the difference between Quail tracks and Squirrel tracks. I'll show you how to hide down wind and behind bushes so we can watch rabbits come out and search for their supper at twilight. Far away from watches, phones, and cars, time travels at a slower pace. Each minute in the country is laden with wonder, and I can't wait to show you this wonder!
Working every day in the city, I am surrounded by cement walls, people rushing around like fallen leaves tickled by an autumn wind, I long for an hour or two in the country. That is where I grew up, and that is where my mind comes alive. I dream of sharing that joy with you, my child. Maybe we can grow a pumpkin patch together, like I did as a child. We can carve pumpkins, roast the seeds, and throw some pumpkin filling at Mommy! Haha, I'm sure she would love that.
I pray for you and Mommy every day. I can't wait to witness your growth in your mother's womb and eventual birth. I am going to start working a third job soon, in order to provide for you and mommy, but I fear it won't be enough. So i'll keep trying, until I find a way to sufficiently provide for you and your mother. When I was young, your grandfather told my brothers and I to clear the fields around our house of weeds. Shovel in hand, I remember driving the spade into the unyielding, rocky earth, pulling up weeds by their roots. Weed after weed, spade by spade, acre by acre, I kept digging. And I hated it, because there seemed to be no end to that chore. Nevertheless, I am convinced that NOTHING will ever be more difficult than that job. I draw strength from that knowledge. Working day after day as I do, with the hope of seeing your beautiful mother, and also you, I count it all joy. It's a piece of cake! Easy as pie! Your mother, and you, my child, are my reward for the difficulties I endure. I draw strength from knowing that you are safe and secure and your mommy loves us both.
Mommy and I bought a lease on a house, and I can't wait to see you rambling about in it. I'm going to buy you a pumpkin beanie to keep you warm, and I'll read you W.B. Yeats:
"I went out to the hazel wood
because a fire was in my head
and cut and peeled a hazel wand
and hooked a berry to a thread;
and when white moths were on the wing
and mothlike stars were flickering out
I dropped the berry in a stream
and caught a silver trout."
I love you so much, my child. Rest, and grow. Your mother and I are waiting for you. I love you. I love your mother. And we both love you. With God, our circle cannot be broken.
**Daddy**
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