A Letter To My 5-Year-Old Daughter

Dear Emery,
Every year on this day, I look through photos of you in my phone and start with the very first picture of you. It was the moment I laid eyes on the most incredible thing that has ever come into my life…. that of course, is you.

This is a day you’ve been telling your parents about for months. And these last 30 days, you’ve made sure to remind us multiple times that your big day was around the corner… to the point the average person may find it annoying. But I’m going to let you in on a little secret…. I’ve been just as excited as you were the whole time.

To think that you’re five is wild. The transformation and the growth you continue to make year over year is truly amazing. So many parents say this stage of life is the best. It’s totally true, but I’ll probably think that every year.

Your personality has really come through even more over the past year. Sometimes I don’t know if you’re four, fourteen, or twenty-four.

One thing about turning five that bothers me is your lack of dependency on your parents. It saddens me that you’re becoming more independent. There are so many things you want to do yourself. This includes selecting your attire, the shoes you’ll wear for the day, attempting to put on makeup like your mother and sister, browsing the aisles of Target to find what you want, it’s endless.

Of course, there are things you still aren’t independent about, like remembering to sleep by yourself in your bed and constantly coming into your parents bedroom, wiping your bottom properly, or finding something to eat that doesn’t involve sugar. You’re still quite the picky eater :(

Your love of music continues to grow. From every Trolls soundtrack that we’ve listened to a million times in the car on the way to school to Charlie Puth to Taylor Swift to Shawn Mendes, you’ve getting to know all the words to the songs. I love it….. well, except for when we have to listen to the same song for the hundredth straight time.

The constant desire to be entertained is probably my fault. We do a lot, you’ve likely experienced Wichita more than 90% of the people here, so your expectations are a little higher than normal. But who cares, I wouldn’t have it any other way and am so glad to see our city through a different lens because of you.

Are you spoiled? 100%. Whether it’s games, Doorables, toys, you have the world (including a new hamster I never fully approved), but at the end of the day, you’re loving, polite, obedient, kind, and the sweetest (yes, I’m overly biased) kid in the world. You have a messy room, but when mommy or daddy ask you to clean it, you do it and are eager to show us when you’re done.

So between all the good and the bad, there’s not a single thing I would change about you. YOU are perfect the way you are. Don’t let anybody ever tell you differently.

….And thank you for giving in to everything I ask of you. Anytime I want to try a new board game, you’re always on board. When I’m trying to film a video, you’re eager to do be a part of it. When I started my hand at podcasting, you were so excited to be my first guest. And of course, when I wanted to continue my pizza box tradition, you didn’t complain a single bit.

Months 1-12

Year 2

Year 3

Letter To My 3-Year-Old

Year 4

Letter To My 4-Year-Old

Year 4

There’s a lot in store for year five…. and truth be told, I’m so sad about it because it’s just another sign you’re getting older.

We’re quickly approaching your first year of Kindergarten. You even got accepted into the first school of our choice. Mark my word, I’ll be there every step of the way with you and ready to join the PTO. You’re about to have that overzealous dad that you’ll be embarrassed about.

To be honest, I’m not even sure what they teach in Kindergarten. Hopefully, it’s not common core math because I’m not ready for that yet.

I know I’m probably rambling on. Talking about you is something I could do 24 hours a day. We have this thing between us where we occasionally tell each other how much we love each other. You stretch your tiny little arms as wide as you can to let me know just how much you love me. I try to stretch mine as far back as yours, but I’m old, and my arms don’t go that far back anymore. Just know that there’s no measurement for how much I love you. You’re truly everything to me.

We will celebrate like we always do with some daddy/daughter time doing whatever it is you want. Years later, you may look back and ask what the five-year-old version of you wanted to do. Well, you chose Pizza Ranch followed by a trampoline park and perhaps some shopping to get something Barbie related because, yes, we’re officially in the Barbie era of your life. I’m so excited to do whatever you want and hope this way of celebrating your birthday is a tradition we will always have…. minus the Barbies. You have enough as it is.

I love you Emery,
Your #1 Fan
Your Dad


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