A letter from March 16th, 2021

Dear FutureMe, You’re close to being a father. Apparently 63 days until baby. Two weeks until Mrs B lands. This is a missive from right before you and B’s solo stint comes to a close. Not forever and you won’t lose this connection. I know that too. It’s a change. It’s coming. It’s thrilling. They’re going to be together. Brett and Emmett. Look at all those t’s!!! It’s still the pandemic. You haven’t gotten vaccinated yet. It’s scary. We’re still just a week out of Brett’s intense time in the hospital. Where you almost lost her. How time moves. How you land where you land and that’s the only life that’s actually happening. I think a year out. That’s where I’ll send this. I’m tempted by five years but that’s just nostalgia working it’s way forward. To see these words in a year will do the same. It’s checking in. Nothing changes. You are you. Hopefully by now, now now, you’ve come even a little closer to the surface. Poetry is back. But that was yesterday. Today I’m getting the vaccine. I’m in line as we speak. A little bit closer to safe. I’m scared. I’m worried. But this is necessary. This is the step. Five years. Let’s wait on this one.