My sweet boy,

I’ve been listening to my Calm app and some sleep stories to fall asleep at night. Two nights ago I picked the one story, it’s technically a kids’ story, because the man telling the story is named “Isaiah”. I love hearing him say, “hi, I’m Isaiah”. It’s such a simple thing and is kind of crazy considering he is a grown man and you would only be ten years old, but for some reason I find it comforting. It was ironic, though, because the first story I listened to was all about an armadillo who absolutely loved taking baths. It did make me smile when it started though, knowing I was listening to it because the man had the same name as you and it’s about something you absolutely hated doing.

Nine years ago today I posted a bunch of pictures from one of our visits to Pennsylvania. We went to both sides of the state and spent Easter with Gma and Pap. You look so innocent. You were so innocent, it’s unfair.

I love you more than anything, baby boy. Give me some direction in this life, please. Goodnight and sweet dreams.