The original letter is hidden somewhere safe in Paris….
November 19, 2013
As I write this, you are at home with your dad and I am bumming around Paris. I hope you’re not too mad at me- either right now or when you someday read this. I’ve never been able to shake my wanderlust and, for as long as I can, I will always go off on an adventure now and then. I miss your face all the time when I’m gone.
In a life blessed with a lot of wandering, you are still my grandest adventure.
As I sit here, I picture you as a young man- tall and wild, curious and joyful (as you always have been)- rambling through these beautiful streets one day. I hope you’re having the time of your life. I wish for you a wondrous journey, filled with love. I wish for you a safe journey home.
I love you to the moon and back. Remember that? Stop rolling your eyes. Call your old mom sometime, she misses you.