Saturday, July 4, 2009

Dear Izzy

It's the 4Th of July again. The time is just flying by as always. The older you get the faster it goes. When I was a kid, my city made a big deal out of this holiday. They still do, but it's not the same. It used to be a whole day event, with carnival rides and such, and we were always near the river to see the boats and stuff. They changed where they do the fireworks and all the extra stuff is gone.
Father's day recently passed. Some day, I hope I can tell you about your Birth father. I haven't seen him years, but he holds a special part in my life, because without him there would be no you.
Today, I want to talk about your Dad. I met both of your parents in the hospital the day you were born and again at the court house. I will never forget how sad I was when I had to sign the papers to the rights to you. I was crying so hard and your Dad came up to me and hugged me. I will never forget his act of kindness. That moment has given me hope that he would be a great Dad to you. I have always imagined that you are Daddy's little girl. That if you want or need something that you just give him the puppy look and he gives in. But more so, I just felt by that hug he would do right by you. See, when I was upset. No one tried to comfort me. I was all alone with my sorrows. But your Dad made me feel not so alone. I hope he was there when you needed him and taught you well and encouraged you to do your best. I really hope he is there when you need to talk about personal stuff and that you can go to him.
I hope to we can meet again.

3 comments:

Karen said...

Heya, the next step for us was combing the floors for stray carpet staples and getting them all up with pliers. We got all but one, in the closet, that is now sealed into the wood with polyurethane by mistake! Then get wood putty and fill in any holes, let it dry, sand the putty down level, then do the overall sanding of the floors, which is the biggest job of all. We rented a sander from home depot (can also get at lowe's etc.). Let me know if you have any specific questions along the way! :)

That is such a sweet story about Izzy's Dad. I'm happy you got to meet him for that brief time. I started reading "The girls that went away" last night and I'm through the first 2 chapters. It's breathtakingly sad but I can't put it down.

Jill said...

I am crying big tears now. What a precious letter to Izzy, and a great moment shared between you and her adoptive father.
Thank you for sharing this with us.
Hugs, Jill

RB said...

He sounds like a good man, and if your gut told you so then, I'm sure it is true.