Dear Derrick,

It's been quite awhile since I wrote to you.  Let's see... you are 20.  You still live at home with me. You are working at 72 down the street, just transferred a few weeks ago from 96.  You still volunteer on Fridays at the Fire Dept while going to college for your fire science degree.

I am dating Stephen.  We have been together for almost 2 years.  Josh and I broke up, but had 8 good years together.  You and he are still close.

I'm getting old kiddo.  Your mom is 41 now.  It doesn't feel like it.  I feel like I am maybe 30.

So last night I taught you how to make meatballs.  Remember that?  They were the best meatballs we ever had!  Remember to always add the ground beef last so it doesn't make the meatballs all mushy. The less you have to mix it, the better it will taste.

You  are over at your girlfriend's house.  Her name is Allison.  She seems like a sweet girl.  You don't bring her by much.  Not sure why.  You spend more time at her house then our house.  I get it though. Your are a young man.  Just wish I could see you more.

Well, your old mom has to get to bed soon.  Looks like I am pulling another 12 hour shift tomorrow.

Love you.
Mom