Dear K

Hey pretty girl,

I know you get frustrated with me.
I can hear it in your cries.
I'm still trying to figure this out.
I haven't a clue what to do.
I'm making this up as I go.

All I know is that I love you.
I think that's good enough for now.
We are living off love and poptarts at 3 am.

Yesterday I learned a lot about you.
You have both your dad and my need to be alone. 
Our need to not be touched too much.
You were crying so I laid you down just to see what wound happen.
You stopped immediately. 
You watched the fan.
I let you sit for half an hour and tried to touch you.
You screamed until I stopped.
Then you sat alone not wanting to be touched for another hour.
I did the dishes.

I love you.
We love you.
We really do.

We are still learning how to be parents.
I'm sorry.