Your birthday is coming up, wow. Six years old. Before you know it, you won`t need me anymore. You won`t be there when I wake up anymore to wish me a good morning. Nor will you be there to say good-night. I can`t remember a day I didn`t feel you watching over me. And I know you`ve been there for your father, maybe inadvertently trying to bring us back together in some way or other.

I`m sure you spend a lot of time with your grandma, she`ll teach you the things that I can`t. Like what`s so captivating about grandpa, and how to spend equal amounts of time with family. Or maybe how to find that quiet spot where you can just sit and think.

You`ve been such a good boy all these six years, I couldn`t imagine any better son.

Picturing you in my mind, I see you with your fathers` eyes, something that attracted me to him when I first saw him. I believe like him, you`ve just as protective over those that you love. From me, I like to think you have my intensity for the arts and my sense of humor. With all of those combinations, I trust you`ll do just fine.

Sorry I haven`t written in all these years, son. I tried, but wasn`t ready. Just know, I know you`ve been there for me.

Love, Mom