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Jul 2020
There was a time before now, you will not remember much of.
You will remember recess, and your teachers
You may remember getting to run to school for the first time by yourself, knowing mom was watching you the whole way there.
You may remember birthday parties and social outtings before people wore masks and you couldn't play with the other kids
You might remember the playground
You might remember the restaurants, packed to full capacity

Now that times are changing,
I hope you remember PJs all day
Exploring and creating new worlds in the form of blocks
Homework with mom holding your hand the whole way through
I hope you remember the days we escaped it all at the river, far away from anyone else, just us and the water
I hope you remember the card games and nerf wars
I hope you remember the time you made a bike jump, and fell off it

I pray you remember the moments you're spending with your father, your best friends, the ones that love you more than anything

Times are changing my son,
And so are you

As you begin to explore new worlds, this world, I pray for you that you remember how far you've come
How far you can go

How lucky I am,
To be your Mother.
Sarah Alana Cayton
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