Strawberry Milk

Hey baby. So daddy is officially at work at his new job. 4-12 shift. It sucks cause I don't get to see you before bed, but it's cool cause I get to spend time with you during the day. I guess that'll work too you start school. Let's hope that by then daddy is a big time photographer that sets his own schedule
Apparently you took a few steps on your own at the babysitter yesterday but the story is shaky. Not doubting it just didn't see it for myself and can't necessarily trust the source as it came from several different mouths. (One day I'll teach you the game of: 'Telephone')

But anyway. Hanging out with you these passed couple of days has been so dope. It only sucked cause mommy had to work over time at work the whole time I've been out of work/at my new job. All until today. So today we got to hang out as a family for a while. You'll never realize it, but I live for these days. I woke up to whatever noise you and your mommy were making. Mommy's Puerto Rican so she can't help to make noise. And you're a half Puerto Rican baby so basically I'm doomed in the noise department. Lol.

But it was all good. We hung out til about 1pm which is about the time I had to start getting ready for work. I have to leave early to be able to get out in front of traffic. You and mommy had plans. You were going to see venues for your first birthday party which is really in just a few weeks.
At lunch, as usual I sent mommy a text and amongst all else she told me that you tried some strawberry milk and absolutely loves it. She said you got strawberry wasted and knocked right out.
I swear when she told me that, she took me back to being 6 years old. I used to LOOOVE strawberry milk. In fact it was the only way to get me to drink milk. Grandma (my mom) would put it in a bottle (I used a bottle til I was 7, don't judge me) and it would be my after school treat and bed time snack. Lol. So it's no wonder that here we are some 22 years later and my baby loves it just as much.
But I still find it funny how these things work.... Some religions and lifestyles believe that we choose our parents. I do believe that. I feel it makes sense. My add on to the belief is a question: 'how long do we know that we will be our parents children?'

When I was 6 years old and I didn't even know your mother existed did you already know?: "that's gonna be my daddy, he's drinking strawberry milk, hmmm, I think I'll see what that's about. I bet I'll like it like he does." You're probably thinking 'Daddy what the hell are you talking about?' Lol. Never mind me baby, it's late and I'm thinking random thoughts. I guess what I'm trying to say is, this is my realization that it's likely we'll have a few if not s lot of things in common. And I for one couldn't be more excited just to see what those things will be. What do you say we talk about it over a nice glass of Strawberry milk!? Lol,

Cheers Zairah, I Love you!!


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