Decades::afi

decade 3

dear lia,

sorry for what i said in the last letter (hey, 10 years isn't late for an apology!) i don't hate you.

if i hated you, why did i ask you to marry me?

and here you are, your 30th birthday and you're bouncing our 4 year old on your lap.

he's so cute.

his name is andy.

he needs his mom.

that's you.

and i need you too.

but we went to the doctor yesterday, and she said that i wouldn't have you for as long as i would like.

that's okay (kind of).

i love you,

ashton