September 3rd, 2020

Dear Damen Robert, The year is 2020, the world is burning down around us (or so it feels like). You're 11 years old. You're experiencing anxiety for the first time in your life, and how could you not? We have a president that is actively destroying our country. We have a global pandemic that is nowhere near contained in our state. We've beeen locked in the house in quarantine since February. You, Rylee, and Kian have all started the new school year online. All day you're off and on zoom calls, trying your damn best to keep your love of learning and new information while doing it in this virtual environment. (You're kicking ass by the way). You're turning into a teenager. You have a tiny baby mustache! O.o STOP IT. Most of your spare time you spend locked in your room like a cave troll, either watching YouTube or playing with Tayshawn & other rando's I tell you not to play with. It's been too long since I've written to you, but I want to start again. I think in my last post I mentioned you were trying out Tae Kwon Do, well... you got your 1st degree black belt!! We've stopped going for many reasons, but I am so proud of that accomplishment you made and I hope you are too. Your sense of humor, quick wit, and dangerously handsome dimples are going to be the death of me. Stop growing up so quickly. I love you forever, Mom