I Love You From Singapore

When I, your dad, take business trips they are usually long like my hair and busy like you at night during your first few months of life. Thus, your dad, has not had an opportunity to write to you while he has been away. But, today, alas, I find myself in Singapore airport with a few hours to kill. What better way to spend my time than to pour my heart out on the internet.

These past two weeks have been the longest stretch of time that I've been away from you. So, when I finished my work in Malaysia 1 day early, I immediately called the travel desk and told them to find me a seat on the next flight to the states - which they did with the utmost courtesty.

My trip has been filled with visions of you, both in my mind and on the computer. My desktop now bares your glaring image from a posting below and many nights went sleepless as I stared at every photo that I could find of you online. If you ever want something cool to do, Google your name. A very hip, cool website comes up!

I just wanted you to know that when I am away from you, I miss you. I miss you more than mexican food, my limp iPod (damn non-US outlets won't let me recharge it), and really good beer put together. And, trust me, after two weeks of curry and rave music....well, that's a lot.

You mean the world to me even when I'm halfway across that world. I successfully kept my mind occupied by shopping in shops that I'd never shopped before (prada, armani, etc) and experiencing things for the first time (massages and karaoke). But while partaking in these activities, I never once forgot about you and how much I missed you. And while I had fun, nothing in this world can compare to the times when I'm lying on the floor watching you run around with glee grafitied on your face.

You rock. You roll. And damnit, I can't wait to be home with you.