I’m madly in love with you, y’know. Always will be. Even after you grow up and blossom into a young woman, then someone’s lover and eventually a mother—I’ll feel the exact same way about you. Purely, madly in love.
And guess what? There’s absolutely no reason why I feel this way. I just do. I look at you, your sweet tiny innocent face, and I melt inside. Sometimes I’m in utter disbelief that I am the father of such a precious girl—a girl I once thought only to exist in my most sacred of dreams.
I will admit, though, you can be a little sassy (whiny, too, but that doesn’t count because you’re only four). Sassy is not a bad thing, but you’ve got to be tactful about it. Keep your wits about you, know who you are, then lay on the sass. Perhaps you can even transcend the sass into a much more formidable power like running a wildly profitable company or diplomatic negotiations (it’s up to you by the way, I’m just here to support).
So here’s final rundown on you: you’ve extracted only the very very best qualities from your mother and me and doubled them: stunning beauty, sharp intellect, a sparkle in your eye, a bold spirit, a sensual frame and most of all—a heart full of love. With these natural gifts I expect a lot from you, my little love. I expect you to carry on whatever greatness we bestow upon you, and build on it. Surround yourself with the right people and do things that will change the world for the better.
But no matter where you go, no matter who you’re with, I’ll be forever deeply, madly, hopelessly in love with you. You can count on me forever, my sweet little baby girl.