Recently, I’ve had a three month long break from work. During this time, I was able to spend more time with my two children, Ronan, aged 6 1/2 and Bailey, aged 3 1/2, than probably at any point in their lives so far. Barring a lottery windfall, or some other spectacular change in my working life, this probably will be the longest break I’ll be able to take for the foreseeable future.

In this time, which I admit, hasn’t always been used exclusively with my children, I have managed to experience more of my children’s lives than I have before. I was able to talk with them, walk with them and play with them.

Not all of this was golden, sunlit dreams of pure innocence. These kids are still immature and my patience was worn thin more than once. However, what I want to capture here is my happy memories from this time, so that I can look back in years hence and see what joys these two were able to bring to my heart during this trying period.

Hence, here are two love letters, from me to them.
To Ronan
To Bailey