My Isaiah Joseph,

I was so tired and falling asleep last night while writing to you that I posted your letter twice, once right after the other because I forgot I did it. I didn’t get any sleep the night before Easter because Lucas just wasn’t going to sleep.

We handed out the things from your basket yesterday, though. It was more difficult than last year because it was pretty chilly out yesterday. First we drove to the sandbox park, but there wasn’t a single kid there. Then we drove to the zip line park, but there wasn’t a child there either. Finally, we drove to South Park only to not see anyone on the children’s playground or the black and yellow playground. I was pretty defeated, so I decided to walk down Corrigan a little, while your siblings played on the black and yellow playground.

I’m sure I looked odd, a grown woman hugging an Easter basket and walking along the road, but it was cold and I didn’t wear a coat. I quickly realized that maybe this method wouldn’t work either. I couldn’t ask the people running if they wanted anything, because I didn’t want to interrupt their run. Plus, I was right at the beginning of the “trail” and they’re not going to want to hold onto something the rest of their run. I came across an older woman and told her what I was doing, but she told me that all her “children were grown” so she didn’t need anything. I’ve come to realize that people over the age of thirty and/or without kids don’t usually take anything from me. Parents with kids, teens, and college aged kids will almost always take something.

I didn’t find anyone to give anything, so turned around and walked back to the park and let your siblings play a little longer. When we were getting in the car to leave, someone pulled in to play at the park and I was able to ask them. The little girl picked the 3 in 1 creator Lego set, her grandma laughed, and I told her it was an excellent choice.

Once we left the black and yellow playground, I went back to the children’s playground to double check and see if anyone came after us. Luckily, there was someone there, so we stopped. Your siblings decided to play again and I families kept trickling in while we were there. I was able to give out all the contents of your Easter basket, your kindness and light spread a little more yesterday.

We dyed Easter eggs today, the day after Easter. I forced myself to take exactly two pictures during the experience. I used to take a lot, but since losing you I would take none. I figured taking two pictures was a small improvement and still “capturing the moment”.

I love you more than anything, baby boy. Goodnight and sweet dreams.