Dear Derrick,

I'm not sure why I don't post more often.  Time has a way of slipping past.  It's January of 2015, one month before your 20th birthday.  You love to parkour, hang out with your friends, work at the Big D and are full of life.  No serious girlfriend yet, but I have a feeling you will be a late bloomer like your uncle.

We've had a pretty good life so far.  We do quite well for ourselves.  I am proud of the young man you have become.  I like to think I had a part in that.

I will make sure not to wait so long until the next entry.

I love you so much.

Love you,
Mom