Working on Two Flounders

Good morning, sweet daughter.

I've been up here working on Two Flounders this morning. I'm so happy. So content. And so glad to that you've started us down this path.

I can't help but see Two Flounders through the lens of our conversation in the David's Bridal parking lot over on the peninsula. This is it, isn't it? This is the realization of your big ask. Amiright?

Here's the thing. I know I can write a little. And I understand what you've asked of me. I embrace it, and I know that I have some view into your soul, and you know how much I admire what I see. I get so excited with the privilege that you've given me to help share that with anybody who's willing to look. 

(and I think I know what you're thinking...how I have it backwards....yah, yah, yah....no.)

There is so much that I want to get out there. There is so much that's worthy of admiration. So much to inspire. So much that will certainly bring joy. I can get overwhelmed. It's a lot. You're a lot (in a good way this time.)

Sometimes I need a little help to know what direction to go. It's my sense that you sense that, and I love that you've taken matters into your own hands (intentionally or not), provided a really good structure, and have given us the direction we need to fulfill the promises we made to each other at David's.

This is one of the many reasons I love you so much. Your insight. Your gentle touch. Your determination.

I love you, sweet daughter. You're the actual best.

 

Dad