dear one

dear one,

you are five. sleeping in your big bed. you are a yellow belt now. you are starting kindergarten in the fall, and are worried about it.

i stopped writing because i stopped knowing what to say. perhaps i am just tired. i don't know where it came from before, back when i knew how.

your daddy is doing well. i don't know what to say to him anymore either.

i do know what to say to you in real life. i've enjoyed playing with you and reading you harry potter and taking you to the museum and making mystery boxes for you and tiny books and all the other wonderful things.

love is only everything.

xo