My Dearest Fassia,
Where to start?! Currently sitting outside watching my daughter do a zillion cartwheels in a row. It’s a gorgeous night out! Watching the sun go down, enjoying a nice warm breeze. Listening to the cats bicker at the screen door! Walter is being a butthead to Ilsa and sometimes we do not know why! We think it’s because he gets mad she doesn’t pay attention to him when he meows at her- but she can’t hear him- but he doesn’t know that! It is actually quite comical watching them. Also listening to my daughter tell me everything about everything. Literally. She doesn’t stop talking sometimes! Which I actually love. The fact that she feels comfortable to just talk is great. It’s fun watching her grow and learn and figure life out. It amazes me- how did she learn all these words?! Just listening to everyone else? Gosh, humans are incredible. She’s currently debating whether we stay outside for 15 more minutes or if we go in in 5 minutes for dessert. Now we are talking about her bottom teeth growing back in and how the hole is a straw holder! She’s hilarious.
I think the two of you would have been quite the pair. Joking around, laughing hysterically, being silly.
Life has been busy lately. Got myself a new man. And I think he’s a good one. Came out of nowhere. Met him in the wild! Swore off dating sites, got tired of the bullshit. And honestly a bit scared after Mr. PPO. Someone said he could fake a profile and find me again. And I really just didn’t feel like I could trust anyone on there again. So I went to Detroit with a group of people (through a friend) and lived my best life. Had a blast. Laughed. Was silly. Was carefree. Dressed the way I wanted to. Ate and drank what I wanted to. Enjoyed life. AND a man watched it all… and fell for me. The real me. I saw something in his eyes and smile. Actually asked for his number (through a friend)- and reached out just to say thank you for being a kind human being. We kept talking and the rest is history!
He has taken on to my whirlwind life where there is always something going on! Met me and my tahoe broke (again). And then broke again. He helped fix it. And then… I broke myself! Fell and fractured my arm and he cared for me during that. Laughed that he was the first guy that put a bra back on me instead of try and take it off! He deals with my trauma responses from divorce and mean men and Mr. PPO. He is there through my anxiety attacks and restless leg nights. He is there when I can’t sleep. He laughs with me. Jokes with me. Asks me about my day. Cares about my daughter. Is intentional about his words. But probably of biggest point- he learns and adapts and adjusts. Is he perfect- not at all. But he doesn’t claim to be either. He is a hard worker. It is a breath of fresh air!
Just wanted to say hi. Let you know I’m OK right now. And that I’m learning it is OK to be OK! I miss you so much. I wish so many people could meet you. I wish we could hang out. I’ll come back soon and tell you all about being back in our hometown- it’s been so fun hearing so many stories about you!
I love you Dad!
With All The Love That I Possess,
Your Daughter
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