My baby,

It seems like there’s a pattern for how I felt today and it makes a lot of sense. My “highs” are quickly followed by “lows” and I just sit in there until someone brings up. Soccer socks.

I felt good about myself yesterday because I thought my interview went well. However, today I just sat in the fact that you weren’t here to be part of it.

I wish you could have seen this version of me, but it isn’t possible.

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