Author archives: Julie Kim
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Dear Appa,
You make us proud, sometimes.
You are funny, sometimes.
You are always right, sometimes.
You are better than mommy, sometimes.
You make the best sandwiches, sometimes.
You make us food and drinks, so we don’t starve. (And sometimes you make yourself a drink, too.)
You say yes[...]
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Dear Jason,
They say love is an uphill climb.
If fourteen years has taught us anything, it means choosing to climb that hill, together. Whatever it takes, with all it takes.
That's how we ended up on that bench, with the most rewarding view.
But getting to that seat was no easy feat.
Despite t[...]
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Dear Appa,
Lately, we've been wondering what you were like before you became our Appa.
Learning of your likes, and many more dislikes.
Realizing that you're not in fact allergic to cucumbers,
and ther[...]
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Dear Appa,
Whether it's the sound of your heavy steps coming down the stairs like an earthquake, the way you enter a room like a typhoon, or the way you shake the house with your thunderous tackles and torrential tickles, your presence is loud, and you make your presence known.
So much so that e[...]
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Dear Appa,
Change happens. And it can happen in a blink of an eye.
When the world suddenly shifted to stay-at-home, we saw you shift too.
We saw you transition into a stay-at-home-chef, a stay-at-home-teacher.
A stay-at-home-coffee-connoisseur, a stay-at-home-nine-to-fiver.
A stay-at-home-fi[...]
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Dear Jason,
It's been one year since Appa passed away and I wasn’t sure what emotions this Father's Day would bring.
Ultimately, I'm reminded of the blessing of our Father's Love and I find peace in knowing that Appa lives in you, you will live on in our daughters and our Father live[...]
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Dear Emma,
8 years ago, on a snowy New Year’s Eve Eve evening, I distinctly remember a quiet moment when it was just me and you in our semi-private hospital room. Appa had just run out to pick up McDonald's for dinner. You were born just hours ago and you were lying down, cuddled up, skin to ski[...]
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Dear Romy,
Your warm bear hugs first thing in the morning
Your sweet puppy kisses at the end of a long day.
Your bright smile that fills my heart.
Your infectious laugh that fills our home.
It’s the little things you do that go a long way.
Your obsession for Ninja Kids, monkey bars and s[...]
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Dear Jason,
When I reflect back on “what was” I’m reminded of “where” we first began and "where" our story took us.
Chapter by chapter, I look back fondly on our best moments and the ones that didn’t bring out our best.
Still grateful for every unexpected bump in the road, for every mountain[...]
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Dear Zoey,
We’ve travelled miles to get to this major milestone.
There were many starts and stops along the way.
10 years ago was the start of the most amazing chapter in my life.
We named you Zoey which means life and sure enough, it gave a new meaning to mine.
8 years ago, you were the r[...]
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Dear Appa,
Who do we love more, Appa or mommy?
It’s a question you love to ask, while holding us tightly with a “you-better-say-Appa-not-mommy” grip.
Who do we love more?
We quickly learned to safely answer that question by saying “Appa.”
Then when you’re not looking, we’d quickly shift our eyes [...]
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Dear Emma,
Our Ice Bear, but Nice Bear.
You coloured our world, 15 days early.
Weighing in at 6 lbs, 8 oz, you were the smallest one out of your sisterly bear bunch.
You have proven that Polar Bears are in fact born teeny tiny with hair so sparse, but they eventually grow to be larger than [...]
