Dear Jaimes,
I began typing this letter in the notes app of Daddy’s phone from the big bed of our hotel room where the three of us were tangled in an epic cuddle puddle.
We’ve just spent the day in downtown Chicago celebrating You, our shiny fresh Four-year-old.
Your past 3 birthdays have been well documented by way of Instagram and substack entries but so…
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