11 May, 1893
Ben,I find myself tempted to once again write that I am always here. I’ve never been good with finding the right words, but my shoulder has always been a steady one for whoever needs to lean against it.
If anyone knows of mistakes it is me, with some more glaring now than they were even a year ago. But it is my opinion that children are never mistakes, even if the circumstances that brought them to us are less than ideal. I didn’t believe it four years ago, but I do now. I’m glad you’re in my life as well.
Hug your daughter tight. You’re a good father. I know it.
