Dear kids

Sometimes I feel guilty that my disability means that you do not have a normal dad. I would like to piggyback you, but I can't even walk. I would like to read you stories, but I can't even talk.

Sometimes it makes me sad. Does it make you sad too? I am sorry if it does.

It must be weird having a dad who has a wheelchair, and all this weird medical equipment.

It also makes me worried. I didn't know it would become this big of a problem. I hope that it does not get worse, but it could.

No matter what, though, any sadness or worries I have are tiny compared to the joy of loving your mother and being father to you two kids.

I am very happy, and I love this family. Thank you!