I can hardly believe that with this letter, I’ve now written to you 250 times.
If you know me, you know that my mornings are sacred time. When I began writing to you last year, you became part of that morning routine. When I started these letters, the intent was to share what I know with my family-of-choice. Guess that means there are more of you than I had planned. Though I may not know your name, you are inextricably a beautiful part of my life and I have come to adore the time I spend thinking of you each morning.
Please know that I mean every word, and I am humbled that you take the time to read them.
Never forget that I love you, and that excludes no one.