Leo

its mom. your 8 now i cant even beleive it. i got all your cards in a shoebox the ones i never sent, i write one every year on your birthday and just put it in there with the rest of them

they keep telling me im not stable enough and maybe thats true i dont even know anymore but none of them are there at night when im singing you that song the moon one into the pillow like your still little and still down the hall

last week i seen a little boy at the publix with that same peice of hair you got, the bit that wont lay down no matter what you do to it, and i followed them like 3 aisles before i even knew i was doing it. the mom looked at me like i was crazy and honestly fair

im not writing this to make a excuse for myself. im writing so when your big and if you ever come looking youll have somthing in your hand. so youll know i never stopped not for one single day. they took you out my arms they did NOT take you out of me

im trying baby i swear im trying. some days i do real good. but even the bad ones you was the best thing i ever did and that dont ever change

love you so much it hurts