I managed to dust off something I wrote for Michael (but don't think I ever showed him) in the days following the start of his freshmen orientation at William and Mary to share here. Though the exact wording might be different, if I were to write something for Elizabeth, it would largely be the same.
To my children...Love, Dad
Four August 2010
This house held the rhythm of its four children…
Its sounds and smells of the days of the rhythms of four
And now there are three.
Nothing tragic has passed, just a natural progression of time.
This is what was supposed to happen all along,
What we planned for; what we hoped for.
We will not miss the screams and fights,
But our mornings and nights will miss the rhythm of four
That you brought with it.
The house will adapt to the rhythm of three,
Who sleeps where, who sits there.
The house will not ease into this new cadence,
It just will.
We on, the other hand, will need time.
At the same time, the house cannot be proud,But we can.