Hey there little fella. I’m writing this to you on the eve of a new decade. With less than a single digit amount of hours remaining, we will be living in 2020. Crazy to fathom, I know.
Though you and I aren’t the letter writing types, I wanted to drop a note and clue you in on golden nuggets you’ll eventually learn anyways, but hopefully this time capsule can expedite the process.
The lesson is that though all moms give birth to a child, that’s not the case with us. Not at all. To you, my little fat cheeked, still have all your hair, friend, our mom gave birth to a legend. The sooner you realize this little factoid and are able to come to terms with it however you see fit, the better off both of us will be.
The only cheat sheet advice I can provide is always do what’s best for you. Don’t ever be afraid to unapologetically chase your dreams. The key is to never expect anything. Instead, make it happen. You’ve always been enough, an infinite amount of times over.
Through the many events which transpire between the time you find yourself in and the one I’m writing from, you’ll come to learn first hand what it feels like to experience God’s divine love, grace and blessing. Though I won’t promise you what life has in store for you is a rose garden, I can confidently say it’s all worth it. One day you will look back and see that all along you were blooming.
You’re amazing — can’t wait to see what your future holds!
Written by the beating of our heart,
P.S. I love you! ❤️