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A Letter to a Baby Who Can’t Read

Dear Huntsman,

Hunter.

I haven’t met you yet, but I love you. I did hang out with your Mom every hour of the day for a month straight at yoga training while you were growing inside her. So I think that makes us already friends.

Here is the first picture of the three of us together.

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I apologize for all the out of tune singing I did. All the curse words you heard. The repetition of your mother and I singing One Day by Matisuyahu at the top of our lungs.

Just kidding, I’m not sorry! Get used to all that.  I’m not going anywhere.

Since i’ve been with you from the time you were growing ears, I guess that makes me your life sherpa. Self appointed life sherpa. That does have a nice ring to it.

Alright, decided. Let’s get started.

Here are some things we should get started with:

You are like no one else.

Learn to be yourself. Authenticity is a dying art. Yet a life saving key to happiness.

Don’t let other people tell you what is real and what is not. Educate yourself on the matter. Ask people why. Why they choose to do something. Don’t do things just because “that’s what people do.” That’s not a thing.

You are a miracle.

YOU sir are something your father didn’t even think was possible for his life. Contently living in the magical world of self sufficient bachelorhood. Welding his days away, never thinking a phoenix would fly in one day, land on his shoulder and explode his world. Teaching him once again that life is the best adventure.

You are lucky.

You are luckier than every kid on your street. You are luckier than every kid on cape cod. You are lucky because your brothers aren’t typical boys their age. They are kind, thoughtful, and wise beyond their years. They are not jealous that you showed up, they are beaming. They have so much to teach you. I’m not 100% sure yet, but my detective work would indicate that they might be Jedi. Let me know what you find out.

You are warned.

Always be kind to your Mom. She is an endless giver. The giver wants nothing in return but to be acknowledged. To be thanked. You better hand make her cards every single holiday. You can come to my house and do this always. You know how much I love to color.

Be thankful for that Mom of yours. Because if you are rude to her, I will sit on you and fart on you. Sorry, but she is my soul mate. We became friends within 4 minutes of meeting each other. She understands deep dark parts of my mixed up soul, therefore I can’t have you being fresh to her.

 

You are powerful.

On any day, at any point in time, you can have a positive ripple effect on the world. Compliment someone. Pick up some trash that isn’t yours. Shovel off someone’s front steps and never tell them. Teach yoga. Plant a garden. Hug someone who needs it. Bring someone a coffee. Talk to strangers. Wave to people who stop to let you cross the street. Do cannon balls and get people wet. Create a game people can play. Tell someone you love them. Send post cards. Write your teacher a thank you note. Listen to a friend. Give high fives. Ask people how their day was. Clean up the beach. Sing loudly.

I don’t know why or how, but good attracts good. That’s the rules.

Hold yourself to a high standard, you will attract the kind of people you want to surround yourself with.

Regularly do nice things for people and expect nothing in return. These will be the people you lean on at some hard part during your life. You won’t even ask for their help, they will already be there.

If you like to laugh and create fun. You will spend your life adding other hilarious characters to your story.

Alright, that’s enough for now. You probably have to go throw up into your mom’s cleavage or something anyways. Just wanted to let you know I love you.

Love,  Miss Britt

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