A letter to my unnikuttan





Unnikutta,

 I want you to know how precious you are and always will be to me. You are my first child. My first son. My everything, really. In the years to come, I will teach you so much, but you have already taught me infinite amounts. You have taught me what it is to be a father. You have taught me to be selfless. You have taught me pure love. You have taught me that it is possible to have a piece of my heart outside of my body.
Thank you for being the one with whom I get to experience all of these firsts. There is no one else who could have done it. God chose you, my little prince. I pray that you grow up strong and sweet and that you know and love god and that you have a heart for others. I pray that you never let this world dull your bright and lovely personality. I pray that you are courageous and kind and generous and patient.
You are my world right now. And my world is only going to be growing and expanding, but it will never take anything away from you and what you mean to me. You are my first. You will always be our first.
You are my sun,my moon,and all my stars, little one. Love you so much ente mone…..


Your dad.

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