August 12, 2024

My Isaiah Joseph,

I got my tattoo finished today with your handwriting on it. I’m so thankful for your poems from Mrs. Holmes and especially your one asking me for $100 for candy because that’s where I got this from. I feel like you’d approve.

I wish you could have been here last night. The kids were having a “dance party” to Descendants songs. I’m sure you would have caused a few tears to your brothers because you would have gotten too into the dance moves. Someone would have fallen down, most likely Elijah.

Elijah is wearing your favorite 4T shorts to bed. They’re gray and white striped. I actually had to buy a second pair of the exact ones because you wore them so much. I won’t be getting rid of those. If you have any nephews later in life, they’ll wear them. How much can gray and white shorts go out of style?

I’m exhausted. Ellie is back to waking me up every few hours to make sure I’m still “okay”. I think I’m going to give up asking you to visit. Maybe you can just do it whenever. It’s too much to keep being told “no, no dreams last night”. I’m sorry this is short, I just don’t have it in me tonight. You are so incredibly loved and missed, my baby boy. Please just keep an eye on us.

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