Dear Dominic:
Your time with the ingrates camp children changed you for the better. Thank GOD.
For one thing, it taught you a little responsibility.
It also taught you a wee bit of patience. For example, renewing your passport took nearly two hours.
To your credit, you bore it better than I did.
And as a reward to both of us, we greased up at The Varsity.
(Absolutely not on my diet. Totally worth it.)
And then last night you snuggled up to me while we were watching “Stranger Things.” I was startled, to say the least. And I was afraid to snuggle back for fear you’d retreat. Trying to love you is like trying to feed a feral cat: I have to be patient and let you come to me.
You didn’t even mock me for declaring my love for Steve, single mother of five.
We haven’t argued in weeks. It’s some kind of record.
I’m not complaining.
In fact, I’m pretty damn happy.
Keep up the good work.
Love,
Mama
Observe and report 
I’m surprised he lets you take his photo for your posts.
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He has started reading this blog. I think he rather likes the attention.
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