Dear sons, since you’ve gone back to Florida, I’ve missed you desperately. When you’re here, I feel whole and alive and happy. When you’re gone, there’s an emptiness in my heart nothing can fill. I don’t know why you haven’t been calling me as much as you used to, but I miss talking to you and hearing about your days. You’re both growing up so fast, and I want to share as much time as I can with you. You’re my guys, and I love you both more than you can imagine right now.
I’m exhausted from working on this book. It has taken nearly everything out of me to write it this summer, but I’m almost finished. One day, if you read my books, I hope you’ll both know that I wrote them for you, to give you something of me that you could cherish and remember and pass on to your children and grandchildren. You both are my inspiration and motivation, and even though we aren’t together as much as I’d like, I hope one day you’ll find joy in reading this series.
It’s almost time for me to write tonight, and both of you are probably sound asleep right now. I wish with all my heart I could pop my head in your room, watch you sleep for a few minutes, and kiss your foreheads. There’s not much harder for parents than to be separated from their children, and for me nighttime is the worst. While I’m writing, I hope both of you are enjoying happy dreams and resting comfortably. Please, know that I’m always thinking about you and missing you. Hopefully, I will see you again soon, and hopefully, we will talk tomorrow.