Letters to Jory

“Tell me that your love is a sure thing..”

It’s a line from a song I’ve been listening to like crazy lately.

Now full disclosure, I would usually be listening to songs like this and have a girl in mind. Dad is somewhat of a hopeless romantic like that...

Or at least I used to be.

It’s hard for me to really know how I feel about love, relationships, and that topic, I once believed in it with full heart and soul, and now I don’t know.

But want to know something I do know?

My love for you is a sure thing.

I see you and I light up. My heart skips a beat, I have to catch my breath a little bit, and I have to focus, you just make me feel all the loves. Your smile completely melts me. Your voice gives me that floating feeling I’ve told you about in previous letters, and when you say “daddy” I feel that lump at the back of my throat.

I’ve never held a better title in my life.

Daddy.

Dad.

We’re going on the 7th week since I’ve been able to see you in person. This Coronavirus thing has gotten me to the point of losing my mind solely from the lack of interaction with you. You’re getting sick of FaceTime, I can tell. It takes you a few minutes to warm up to talking to me, and every now and again you blurt out something like, “I don’t want to talk daddy, I don’t like you” and I laugh, because you’re 4.

I hope you like me.

I hope you love me.

I was taught early in my professional career that I needed to have a “why” or a reason to perform or inspire for greater success.

Without one I was the #1 sales person in the country my first year.

With you, now, I want to take over the world.

I’ve had inner battles within myself the last few weeks, maybe it’s this quarantine and being locked in and having only walls and thoughts to myself, or maybe it’s sincere, I don’t know, but I’ve had battles about wanting to open up and find someone for myself, someone who might be able to love you too, like I do.

Then I come to my senses.

I miss you. I love you.

I want more than anything to feel your chubby cheeks and play with your hair.

You’re such a handsome little boy and I think about you non-stop.

You’re my why. I’m going to build you something great, and I’m going to set you up for life. In the meantime, remember..

“You’re a sight for sore eyes, Don't know why I hesitate and I can fall apart, Tell me that your love is a sure thing”

My love for you is a sure thing.

Amo, do good listening booger.

-Dad