“When life gives you lemons, don’t make lemonade. Make life take the lemons back! Get mad! I don’t want your damn lemons, what the hell am I supposed to do with these? Demand to see life’s manager! Make life rue the day it thought it could give Cave Johnson lemons! Do you know who I am? I’m the man who’s gonna burn your house down! With the lemons! I’m gonna get my engineers to invent a combustible lemon that burns your house down!”
Your dad just asked if this was a love letter. I guess it kind of is. I never got to know my mother. I have no idea what she must have felt when she carried me, so I thought I’d write to you so that you could know how happy I am at this very moment…how much your father and I can’t wait to meet you. And I want to make you a promise: three things you will have that I never did…a safe home, someone to tell you that they love you every single day, and someone to fight for you no matter what. In other words, a family. So there you go, baby girl. The rest we’re gonna have to figure out together. I love you.