Hello girlies. Hello oldest, middlest, and littlest. (whisper: hello peanut)
Biggest math girl, you were my first mathbaby.
Middlest math girl, you are an artist, and a force of nature. I love your wonderful heart.
Littlest math girl, you are brave, and engaging.
I love you all. I love you dearly. You are my favorite people in the whole wide world.
I don't think you heard that. You might think you did, but I don't think you did.
Classes that I have been in say that when I am self-controlling and think to myself "I'm being a good example", I am in fact kidding myself, because on the outside you have no visibility to what happened. Those classes say I should narrate, so you can get clues, and see what you are missing.
And now... I return to work. I wish to get the right kind of free time to build this in a suitable and properly noble enough way to be valuable and meaningfully empowering to you when you eventually get to read it.
I should narrate what "I love you means" when the thought traverses my heart.
-Mathdad.
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