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Letters to Jack: Month 30

My dear Jack, I woke up this morning to a sound that’s become all-too common in our household — you screaming at Charlie. It was supposed to be Dad’s weekend morning to sleep in, but he gave me extra time … Continue reading

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Letters to Jack: Month 28

My dear boy, I’m writing this letter on our last night at the cabin. Both you and your brother are in bed, but by no means asleep. Charlie is old enough to sleep in the loft, and I can hear … Continue reading

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Letters to Jack: Month 26

My sweet son, The wind is gusting, the clouds are gathering, and there’s a chill in the air (for SoCal, that’s a wintery 59 degrees). I am typing on the couch next to our Christmas tree with a purring cat … Continue reading

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Letters to Jack: Turning 2

My dearest, precious boy, Sometimes I find myself wondering, Gosh, could I love you even more? I know it sounds sappy, but my heart swells when I think of you. You are so sweet and so funny and just seeing … Continue reading

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Letters to Jack: Month 22

Hello, sweet boy, Out and about last weekend, Grandma B watched you toddle after your Dad and Charlie and said what the entire universe was thinking, “He’s so cute, I can hardly look away.” The adorableness is beyond right now — a combo of … Continue reading

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Letters to Jack: Month 18

My boy, You are saying words! It began suddenly, maybe only a few weeks ago, but you can definitely say at least a dozen words now, and you’re constantly trying new ones. You point to everything, wanting to hear the … Continue reading

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Letters to Jack: Month 16 (and change)

Oh, my dear boy, This month a Grump Monster overtook my sweet, carefree little guy. The crying, the whining, the collapsing on the floor in utter anguish, the I-want-that-damn-thing-over-there-why-aren’t-you-getting-it-right-this-instant-woman grunting. I blame two things for this emerging personality: 1) You’re at a developmental stage of … Continue reading

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