An open letter to Jacob on his 5th birthday.

It looks like a boy. We’re seeing some problems. In five words, the dream. In four words, the dream unrealized.

I feel tired to my bones this January. My eyelids are heavy. My willingness to jump into things feels almost nonexistent. This year - this new year - I want to slow. I want to simplify. I want to clarify. I want more meaning.