I think you’re great. When I was just the size of your hand and oh so fragile you handled me with such grace. I felt safe in your arms as you fed me a tiny bottle of milk and gave me a break from my incubator. I heard your voice and knew you were special, you are my dad after all.
For a while I thought that the hospital was my home, but before I knew it, it was just the three of us. There were new smells, new fuzzy rooms, and no more fluorescent incubator to live in. But you remained the same dad, your smell, your voice, they brought me comfort. Because you were there I knew I was safe, I knew it was home.
As I gained eyesight I became more aware, and soon I was beaming at the sight of your face and laughing uncontrollably at the sound of your sneezes. You’re a laugh and a half dad. Now that I’m not so fragile, you’ve started to treat me like a big boy and you’re raising me to be a strong man like you someday. I could pass on getting wrestled with sometimes, but throw me in the air any day of the week!
I’ve grown so much in love with you dad, at first it was just your voice, then the feeling of your warm body close to mine, and now it’s everything about you. I always knew you would get me out of the incubator, just like I know now that you will come home at the end of the day to be with mom and I again. Thank you for always being my dad, my heart is forever with you.