I still don't own Twilight! Enjoy!
September 13th, 1992
Dear Isabella,
Today is your fifth birthday and you have been in kindergarten for about a week. To say that I can't believe how much you have grown would be an understatement. It seems like just yesterday that you were born, learned to walk, and now, you are leaving my house five days a week to go learn. I can barely handle it.
A recent child abduction case really tore our area up. It was a sibling brother-sister set of twins that were six. It could have been you. I am grateful that it wasn't. We thankfully found Alec and Jane, but it took several days to do so.
They were in a neighboring county and the monsters that took them were gone and looking for more children. We were grateful to find them safe with no real harm to them. The couple that took Alec and Jane were Arnold "Aro" Voultri and his spirit wife, Sulpicia Marigold; they were found with two more children from Canada, their names were Benjamin and Tia. Canadian and US officials gladly took over the case and I am happy to say, those monsters are both getting life in prison.
I have been blessed beyond measure to be able to watch you grow. You already have a little boy who follows you everywhere you go. One of my good friends has a nephew, Edward, who is in love with you; so in love that he has already asked my permission to marry you. I have not and will not tell you since you have already told me that you will marry him one day.
"Daddy, Edward and I will be married when we finish school. Like it or not. Next summer, I will be Isabella Masen. It's happening. "
I am not a fan at all of losing my princess to a boy who is not able to take care of himself. At five, I like this kid. But not that much! I just want to keep you forever! You are my princess and I want to keep you that way.
The way that you two act is like nothing any of us have ever seen. Especially for children so young. You move and he moves. He catches you when you fall. He holds doors open for you and you refuse to move until he does. He brings you flowers every time he sees you, even if he is only away for a few hours or just long enough to eat lunch at his Aunt Esme and Uncle Carlisle's house. I am not sure how his aunt and uncle put up with it since they are usually from her garden.
Someday, that boy will be a great man under Carlisle and Esme's teaching. I met his parents, Edward Senior and Elizabeth Masen maybe twice since Carlisle and Esme Cullen, and Esme's mother, Evelyn, moved next door to us. They added a small in-law apartment so Evelyn could have her own place but be close to them. They are a wonderful family and seemed complete when you and Edward were there. Granny Evie loves to spoil the two of you. I am still not sure why the Cullen's keep Edward every summer, but you enjoy it so that makes me happy. Elizabeth wants to move here from Seattle, but Edward Senior is unsure. He is a lawyer for a small law firm there. Elizabeth stays home with Edward and comes to Forks with your Edward for the summers to spend time with her sister and mom. Carlisle told me that Edward Senior doesn't want to move here because it is too far from his family. I guess he has a brother that lives in Maine. We don't understand it, but that is why your best friend can't live here. However, I think that might change soon. Esme and Elizabeth are trying to get Edward Senior to agree that your Edward is better here. Happier. I have never seen that boy not happy other than when it is time to leave you. It hurts me to say this, but he might be your forever. I can't think of that.
A side note, you and Carlisle are Best Friends. Well, you and most of the staff at Forks Community Hospital - since you are there so often. You are really good about nearly breaking bones, as well as breaking bones. Thankfully, everyone knows you can't walk into a straight line or we would have trouble for me. I mean, you broke your right arm while getting the cast of your left leg taken off in front of Carlisle and nurse Sue Clearwater. That was talked about for years afterward! Only a Swan would do that! That is true. I am sorry that you got that from me. You should grow out of it. Please forgive me, Isabella.
On that note, I am blessed to call you my daughter. And more importantly, to be called your Daddy.
I love you, my princess.
Happy fifth Birthday my darling Isabella!
Love always,
Daddy