Hello, my sweet little boy--

I've tried calling you, sweetheart, but no one answers your dad's phone. I just want you to know that I still think of you every day and wonder what you look like, now. What do you sound like? How tall are you? Would I recognize you if you appeared before me, like magic?

I hope you're well, and I wonder how you're doing in school. I hope your dad is treating you well and isn't too hard on you. He might say bad things about me to you, but I hope you remember how much I love you. I hope someday you'll understand what has happened, and that your grandparents and I hope you are happy, but that you'll someday try to find us. We don't know where you are, and your father doesn't answer the phone when we call. We are are still where you left us, in Elburn. And you can always find me on Facebook. https://www.facebook.com/crissy.vandyck I am always here for you, my love. Always.

It's the 4th of July, today. Grandma and Grandpa are up at the cabin and I'm at the house in Elburn. It's been almost a year since Skylar died, and Grandma got a new dog a few weeks ago. His name is Dexter. He's a Maltepoo, part Maltese (like Skylar) and part miniature poodle. He's much nicer than Skylar and doesn't bite. You'd love him.

I think that's all I have to say for now. I love you, my sweet. You'll always be the best boy, ever.

Love you forever,
Mommy
xoxoxox

Dexter, the day Grandma brought him home.
June 2012

Dexter and Crissy
June 19, 2012

Grandma, Grandpa and Dexter having a nap.
June 17, 2012