Daddy is in the hospital again. It is three days before Christmas. This time has been better because you have been able to talk to him, but I can tell it still takes a toll on you. I'm so sorry buddy. I know how hard this is. I cry with you.
You are so resilient though. Despite this you came home every day last week on a good color for behavior. I know how hard it must have been. Tonight you're growing six year old body snuggled on mine in the fetal position and I smelled your hair and breathed in your goodness. You're getting bigger and older and I'm not sure when it will be the last time, so I enjoy them as they come and try to live in the moment.
You're favorite song this weekend was Panic at the Disco's "High Hopes" and Jace, if you do anything in this life, listen and heed the words in this song. My son Jace. YOU are talented beyond your wild imagination. Dream and dream big! Take risks. Don't be afraid to fail. Life is a gift and you only get to live once. Push the limits. See how much you can achieve! Truly do what most people fail it and LIVE. Don't let your past or your hurts determine your future or your perceptions. Always believe in yourself like I do. I love you so much. Love MOM
Mama said
Fulfill the prophecy
Be something greater
Go make a legacy
Manifest destiny
Back in the days
We wanted everything, wanted everything
Mama said
Burn your biographies
Rewrite your history
Light up your wildest dreams
Museum victories, everyday
We wanted everything, wanted everything
Mama said, don't give up, it's a little complicated
All tied up, no more love and I'd hate to see you waiting
Had to have high, high hopes for a living
Shooting for the stars when I couldn't make a killing
Didn't have a dime but I always had a vision
Always had high, high hopes
