Rebeccah

(Originally posted May 2006) — I love you because you are my only daughter and a smart, talented, beautiful, funny person who is so kind to everyone I can’t believe it.  I like you because you always wake up last but always start school first, you draw and make things every day and you couldn’t walk through a room without doing a cartwheel or handstand until you were 13-years old.  I like that you eat food (sometimes an entire meal) in the bathtub, that you used to listen to rap music while playing with your Bitty-Babies and that you don’t judge people by anything other than who they are.  I like your messy room and how you can roughhouse, wrestle, be loud and (occasionally) be as crude as any boy who ever lived.  I like that you wore hippie-clothes and still played with stuffed animals with your little brother – and I like that you get mad if I beat you when we play games (just like your mom).  I like that you always hug and kiss me every day and that you still call me “daddy” even when you’re on the telephone and rolling your eyes at me.  I like that you look like your mom and you still smell like a baby in the morning.