one, two, three...

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lets see what happens now. I just want to be there. i dont want to mess up anything you have going, or charge in with some new, crazy ideas on how things should be. You know better than I do, and better than I ever could.

I am hopeful that you will just let me be available for her. This is all. Let it be ok to send birthday gifts and call. let it be ok to come around sometimes and see her, let her call me, whatever....

i dont even know. I just know this is no good. I havent kissed a boo-boo, or read a bedtime story. I dont know how long her hair is or that she insists on "mini-sized everything." You know that. You're her parents. You are "mom" and "dad."

But, part of her identity lies with me because my DNA lies with her. So, let her know that I wore glasses too when I was 7. Let her know me because you know one day shell wish she did/does.