My Isaiah Joseph,

My watch tells me when and for how long I’m stressed, now. Today’s stress levels were especially high after 2pm because of the events going on and then tonight during The Caring Place. I already know I’m stressed, but it makes me feel better that my watch says I am and I’m not losing it.

At The Caring Place tonight, I was telling them about the baby toy you got out of the garbage, the vacuum that sucks up the coins, and I blanked out on what you used to call that house where you always found things. I’m not panicking because I know I’ve written it down in one of these letters to you, so that memory isn’t gone forever. However, it makes me sad to know that if I didn’t write it down, I might never remember what you called it. I even asked your siblings in the car and they didn’t know.

Baby boy, I’m mentally and emotionally exhausted. I was hoping you’d find an odd way to visit daddy today, but he didn’t say anything so I’m guessing it didn’t happen. I love you more than anything, my baby boy. I wish I could hold you again. Goodnight and sweet dreams.