My Isaiah Joseph,

Your brothers both went to see neurology today. Nothing really came of it, which I figured. With Elijah’s normal EEG, Lucas not having the gene, and no weird staring episodes for either of them, I’ve just got to watch them in the future for anything. The doctor is going to talk to genetics about Ellie and pretty much use her as the one if they want to further look into anything.

It’s odd the things I cling on to from you. I had the boys empty out their sock drawers since school starts in two weeks. I wanted to see what they had, get it organized, and put the new socks in that we got. There were quite a few socks in there that no longer fit anyone. I donated the ones I had matches to, which I’m honestly amazed there was any, but held on to a certain sock you wore when you were a toddler. It’s a black one and it has blue writing on it. We used to have a lot of them, all black with different colored writing. I can’t get rid of that. I also held on to the gray puma tube socks that you wore. You used to wear them with your gray puma shirt and your blue puma shorts when you were around five and I thought it was adorable. I think it’s odd to be attached to socks you once wore, but I am. I’m not going to question it.

Goodwill was having a sale today so I took advantage to try and get some fall and winter clothes for your siblings. Ellie doesn’t have any since she’s grown and Lucas doesn’t have any because he’s close to wearing sizes you weren’t wearing yet when we were still in Virginia. Your Virginia winter clothes are the largest we have, since we didn’t need any in Hawaii.

I found myself looking at pants there and a few of them I picked up and asked Lucas if they would fit him. After holding them up, I realized quickly that they were way too big for him. I said, “oh, that would probably fit Isaiah right now”.

Lucas was on my phone as usual today, looking up pictures of the Titanic, and told me that I had a Facebook notification. He clicked on it and the video of you that I posted two or so nights ago popped up and started playing. He so innocently asked if you had sent that. Wouldn’t that be amazing? Facebook would have to capitalize on that, messages from beyond.

I love you more than anything, my sweet boy. I miss you so much. Goodnight and sweet dreams.