This is so sweet, I can feel what’s probably truly my heart, hurting. A.M… am I the only reader who doesn’t know what happened to him? I don’t get the feeling he’s gone, from seeing this. I feel like he’s coming back, and there’s a part 2. My son is one year younger than A.M. I got your letter in the mail today, today, your baby is playing all, and I can remember my son doing ALL of that- pushing that little walker with wheels, and the high chair, the tangle of cords. I picture your baby playing around in the exact same one where my son did. I’m having some serious baby nostalgia. Oh, how I don’t want my baby to run somewhere and not be able to retrace his steps and come back home.
Why is it that I can only edit anything I write, AFTER I hit Send? I have an impulse issue, and it gets worse all the time. There are too many typos to count, but I’m pretty sure that you can decipher what I said… right?