This weekend was a tough one, my little love. We were all set to go to Camarillo with Grandpa for our cousin Michael’s high school graduation party, but Grandpa had a fall and needed nine staples in his head and you developed a 102 fever. You threw up a bunch this weekend. Poor, sweet, little you. You absolutely hate throwing up. There was a tough interaction on the playground, too, and you pulled out a tuft of a little girl’s hair. It was a deeply unfortunate incident, but I know you’re learning. I’m learning, too, and next time, I know how I’ll help you in a moment like that.

Tough weekends happen. Tough days, tough moments, tough times – they all happen. I want you to remember something very important, though: Daddy and I will be here to walk with you through them. You never have to face something tough alone. You have us, you have your family, and as you grow up, you’ll have your very best friends and a partner of your own.

It’s okay to be two. I needed to remember that this weekend more than I did. These behaviors that you might try on for size, we’ll work through them so you shine as the kind, helpful, generous, loving boy you are.

I love you, my sweet angel.