Your Neena and Poppy Kirk are very important to your mother
and I. Over the years I have grown to truly appreciate everything they have
done for me over the course of my life.
Your Poppy Kirk is my stepfather. Some of my fondest
memories of us are waking up early on the weekends, when I lived with Neena and
Poppy Kirk, and going fishing. When you’re out on the lake doing things you
love, with people you love it makes all worries disappear. Poppy Kirk has never
treated me as anything less than his oldest son and I truly appreciate him for
that.
This is a photo taken right before your Poppy Kirk and I
went to a Cowboys game at Texas Stadium. It is the first and only time I have
seen the Cowboys play in person.
Whenever we spend time together we always talk about sports.
Your Neena is my mother. She is easily the most loving, caring
person I have ever met. She will shower you with love. Every time I walk
through her door she wants to hug and love on me and because I’m a guy I am
obligated to act like I don’t like it. I do though. I love to feel how much she
loves me. Everything emotional and caring in me comes from her.
I have countless memories of your Neena and I, but a few
come to mind whenever I think of her. I will never forget our time spent in
Panama while Poppy Kirk was deployed there during his time in the Army. Driving
to the beach in our old beat up van singing Jimmy Buffet’s “Cheeseburger in
Paradise” is something I will never forget. More recently, Neena, Poppy Kirk,
Uncle Hayden and I went on a hunting trip together. Spending time in the deer
blind with Neena just talking and giggling together is something I will never
forget. This picture is from that trip.
Much like you will always be Mommy and Daddy’s little girl,
Neena says I will always be her little boy.
She will never stop caring and loving you, your mother and I.
I cannot wait for you to get here and build memories of your
own with Neena and Poppy Kirk. I cannot
wait for you to feel their undeniable love. Hurry up and get here.
Love,
Dad
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