A Letter To My 8-Year-Old Daughter

Lost In The Algorithms — Daily Odyssey #26

Lina,

Today, my little firecracker, you turn eight. I find myself in a sea of memories, each more vivid and colorful than the last. Last night, you gleamed with excitement and said, “Daddy, this is my last night as a seven-year-old.” And just like that, you aren’t so little anymore.

As I sit here in the quiet of the morning, pen in hand, with you lost in dreams, a carousel of memories spins in my mind. From the moment you entered this world, our wild runs with Lola, the forts we built, our ice cream escapades, to those first brave steps on our hikes, each memory is a chapter in the epic tale of ‘Us.’ And sweetheart, you might not realize it yet, but you’re the muse behind my every word, the beat to my heart’s rhythm, inspiring me to be the man I am every day.

Our ice cream trips stand out the most. Each is a mini-adventure to worlds of sweetness and delight. Your eyes, wide with wonder, would look at all the flavors. Inevitably, you still settle on anything with the magical hues of unicorns or the soft sweetness of marshmallows. Meanwhile, in my predictable fashion, I find comfort in the classic cookies and cream. Together, we’d sit, our spoons diving into the frosty treasure, as stories and giggles filled the air.