You make me sick. You know that? Literally! I've said that figuratively about many things, but never so concretely about someone. Babies like to explore the world with their mouths. You're no exception. So, you tasted some stomach virus, promptly got sick, and promptly got me (and Mama) sick. Yep! I hadn't thrown up in 18 years. Seriously. 18 years. Along you come and bang! Sick Papa. Anyhoo, not the important point. Here's the important point. I'm laying in the bathroom, holding the toilet, throwing up, and totally realizing it's all your fault. Yes. I blamed you (still do!). But, all I could think was, "She's so worth it." Yes indeed kiddo. If sickness like this is the price of the Lyla show, I'm all in. Totally. I love you so much.
Love,
Papa
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