Dear Gabe,
I decided I would keep all my letters to you on a separate blog. I have weirdly irrational fears that if I died you'd never see my letters to you because they'd be lost amidst the rest of my journal entries. I know... I have issues. ;)
Right now you're upstairs. Dad just gave you a bath, and I can hear you playing with him. It is one of my favorite sounds in the world. I am downstairs making a pie. YUM! You've been eating pumpkins (the candy corn ones) all morning, and I think that might account for some of the screaming and craziness I can hear!
Nothing big... just wanted to start this blog for you!
Love,
Mom
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