Sage: 43 Months

This letter is several days late. Over a week late, in fact.

Because I haven’t been able to write it.

You see, I got a promotion… in another state.

For various reasons, I have had to leave Indiana earlier than you and your mother, and we don’t actually know how long we’re going to be apart. We’re waiting on a number of details to be hammered out so that we can get you and Mommy to join me here.

I know millions of people have endured this, and worse, in terms of separation. I know that my sorrow can’t compare to, say, those who are deployed overseas. I know that. It doesn’t make me feel any better about it.

I still can’t fully write this.

And I guess that’s going to be the “lesson” this month; that, sometimes, being who you are means that you have to be honest with yourself about how much you can share.

I like to be open and honest, as much as I can. But this hurts, a lot, and that’s all I want to say about it right now. I hope that by next month, I can be more vulnerable, because I know it’s important.

But today, I’m too sad. I miss you and Mommy so much that it physically hurts.

My monthly advice: it’s okay to cut yourself some slack, sometimes.

I love you more than I know how to say. Your mother does too. And, in case you hadn’t noticed, your mother and I love each other that much, too.

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