Quinn, I’m sitting in a parking garage on my lunch break writing this to you. I can see your face perfectly in my head but I wish you were here with me, or even better, I there with you. I pray for you every day. And I pray for your mother and myself every day. I pray that we have the patience, wisdom and heart to do what is right by you. I look into your eyes and I can see so much love in them – great big blue sparkling pools. In your smile, in your laugh, I know you have it in you to grow into a wonderful and compassionate human being and I pray that your mother and I do everything in our power to nurture that.
A Letter to My Son
Rory, you scared us this month after waking in the middle of the night with a hacking cough that – quite literally – took your breath away. I pray that one day you have a son of your own to love as I love you and I pray that his spirit is as unbreakable as yours. And I pray that you experience the fear of losing him because that will show you how deeply you care. As you grow, you will make mistakes – learn from them. Never be embarrassed to apologize if you are wrong. And ALWAYS say please and thank you. I know you will be an incredible man but until then, I will make mistakes time and again but I promise you I will try my best, so when I do stumble, please forgive me.