I know by the time you actually know how to access this and read it you will be thinking "Geez, Even when Dad isn't around he talks too much."
I Love You son.
At this point its Jan/11/2019, its a tough time for your Ma and I right now because we are making arrangements to move back to Canada-regardless of the cost. Just want to make sure when we go back that we are giving you the life you deserve. You know your Ma and Pa grew up happy-Your Grandparents gave us all we ever could have wanted or needed-until we had you. Nothing has ever been the same or sane since you have been born. Then again, your ol'Pa here was never right in the head to begin with and your Ma is a nut in her own way as well, so-I guess we are fitting parents.
I'm sitting here listening to the Lumineers and all I can think about as I am marking essays about Jamaica Kincaid's "A Small Place" (please tell me I read this to you...) is how thankful I am that you are in the other room sleeping right now (just kidding)-how lucky I and your mother are that you came into our lives.
Thank you for giving your Dad a purpose here buddy-
Love ya.
Dad.
P.S. You don't believe its really me? Well, hey, you can read about it in one of the two blue books I left for ya to read about your Dad's adventures.
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