Dear Brittany,

For the last 12 years you have played your heart out on the field.  Everyone who watches you is marveled by your motor.  But there is always that moment in the game, particularly after a big run, when you need to stop yourself in order to catch your breath.  And when you did, I was right there on the sideline to tell you to suck it up and run.  Well, turns out you couldn’t suck it up because your doctor just informed us you have asthma.  My bad.  But, at least now you have a treatment.  There’s no telling what you’ll be able to do with a full set of lungs.  And if you forget I’ll be right there on the sidelines to remind you.

Love, Dad