Little one, I was going to a cafe today when I remembered you. I know I don’t talk a lot about you and I know you actively try not to know that I don’t. But hey, here’s one for you. I didn’t even realize it until today, how much that place near the river has come to mean the sound of your eager footsteps behind mine.
There is a quiet afternoon reserved for you, little one. I hope that’s okay. I hope it will help you forgive me.