Tonight, I am going to write something different with the blog post. This is directed to someone in particular, but I am not at a place to say who. Consider this a letter I’ll never send, but put into the aether, for them to read if they ever stumble across it:


I doubt you’ll read this, but I wanted to say it regardless.

I heard through the grapevine of the current events in your life—I know of the basic details, the who, the what, the where, and so on. I can’t exactly say anything about the path you’ve chosen in life. I know you consider us enemies, but I don’t consider us more than people who used to be in the same place, but have moved along different paths in life. Suffice to say it’s fairly obvious that we don’t see eye to eye.

But, despite our differences in life, this is something bigger than all that. Bigger than all of what we’ve ever done, friends or not. Bigger than the wrath, bigger than the pride. It transcends whatever relationship, or lack thereof, that we have, have had, will have.

You have a daughter now. A beautiful baby girl—a blank canvas which can grow into a magnificent piece of living artwork composed of life experience. With this, I wish you all of the luck in the world. This is for real. This is the single most important thing you will have ever done. I may not know you anymore, but I sincerely hope you are capable of the road ahead of you, not just for your own sake.

Good luck. And finally, congratulations!



See you all on Friday.