Dear Beckett,
As you grow older, I see more and more of what I did to my parents. All the joys I brought them and all the ways I found to hurt them.
I see more and more of what they did for me. Their superpowers and their limitations.
I experience goosebump raising gratitude for the books, music, travel, safety, love, friendship, wisdom, and so much more.
I also find myself wishing that they had done a few things differently. I wish they had pushed me a bit more, and sheltered me a little less. I wish my father had hung around longer than his almost 40 years.
I also find myself realizing, acknowledging, and accepting that they were doing their best.
I couldn't have asked for better parents.
I hope Missus & I can make you and Finch feel the same about yours.
I also hope I don't screw you or Finch up by projecting my insecurities on either of you.
I hope we can help you get the better of your regrets. Not by letting you not have any, but by helping you get ahead of them. So that you have the necessary tools and foundation to stare them down and move on to your next adventures.
I hope to see you determined to shine as bright as the Sun, but without burning out. I hope to see you give wings to your dreams and let run rampant your wishes to soar high.
