Last night after church, everyone had gone to bed.
The house was silent and I had finally gotten little August down.
I tiptoed away from his pak n play to the computer to shut it down, when I found this letter next to the keyboard and began to read it as my eyes filled with tears.
After I read it I snuck into his room, kissed him on the head and then tucked him under his Spiderman blanket.
I usually think of him as a mature 9 year old.
A wise old man in a kid's body.
He's my go to guy when I need someone I can trust.
Sometimes I'm really hard on him.
most times I am.
I need to remember that as grownup as I think he is,
he's still just a little boy.
A little boy with a great big heart of gold.
I love you Jakob.