My dear children, this is your father. The year is twenty fourteen. I am not sure how old you will be when you read this but I wanted to make sure you know how I feel about you and I want you to never forget it.
Isabella, Luca and Azul., your eyes are filled with innocence and your spirits are still intact, you are pure, you are perfect.
My dear Bella, when you run tours me and kiss me and hug me, I feel like the luckiest man alive, I breathe with purpose because of you. You are nine years old, you love to dance, you love Taylor Swift, you love to prank me and scare me half to death, and you are an amazing sister. You love to sleep with Frida (your dog) you love when we are all sitting down having dinner or breakfast, you love to make me coffee, you love to dress your little sister, you love to fight and jump on the beds with your brother Luca. You had a boyfriend for a brief three days. You ended it after our request from you mother and I, you listened so well like a good girls that trusts her parents should. You are a bright and strong girl. Never let anyone let you believe otherwise. At such a young age you show great signs of taking the responsibility of a big sister, I know you are going to do a great job. The trust that we have attained to this point I promise to cultivate it and cherish it. I love you, and if there is no you than there is no me.
My wild child Azul, you are a merely three years old, you are a burning flame of life, an un-detainable force of nature, you are an identical, authentic and original version of your beautiful mother. You love all children’s shows but you only have patients to watch 5 minutes of them and then you must move on to you next act. To the disapproval of your mother you love steak, and bacon, and chicken, and pretty much anything else. At such a young age I can tell you are going to live life passionately and I promise you to be there at every step you take and make sure you live a full life. I love the way you dance and the way smile, your eyes are hypnotizing, your soft skin next to my face feels like heaven. I have a feeling you will keep me on my toes but that is ok my darling, life is meant to be lived and not life live you.
My Luca, my Luca, my Luca, My heart belongs to you my boy. You are older than your sister by four minutes but you act like it was years. Your heart is so big, it helps mine beat harder. Your kindness tours humanity is crystal clear. You love and that’s the only thing you know my boy. Your humor is intact. Your charm is sweeping. I love you with every ounce of my being. You tender human, never change. You don’t seek anything more than just human instinctive reaction. I cannot wait to see you grow and see you develop into the man you are bound to be. it seems like nothing bothers you much and that is a simple trick of life that many try to gain throughout life and you already have that in you at such a young age. I love you my boy. My sweet darling boy.
When I go to work and when dwell on my dreams and inspirations I end up at the same destination and you are there with me. I love you and I will always love you. Life will give you great and bright days, and life will give you pain and dark days but never forget that everything has a solution, except of death and that there is always a tomorrow. Never stop dreaming, never stop exploring you future. Live life in the moment, never the past and never too far from the future. Contemplate mortality at least once a day for five moments to never forget that we are fragile beings and everything can end at any moment. Be kind and peaceful, always look at life in a positive light. Any other way is just a waste of time
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