You are three now, in my mind I only see you as you have 2 years and a half, and I’m writing to you like you are between 8 and 35 years old.
I don’t know when you are going to read this and I don’t know how you are going to grow up.
I have hope for the best and it sadness me that I’m not there to see it, but I am here, out of side, just waiting to be back with you.
Je t’aime,
Papá