K, sometime I worry when you disappear into the other room and it gets unusually quiet.

Well you did this last week and I went searching for you.

You had shut yourself in the utility room and were perfectly happy rooting around in our dry goods.

When I found you, you were holding a bag of Fritos up in the air like it was trophy.

It kind of was…

I so enjoy the little pitter-patter of feet when you run through the house. Usually, you are following H.

It’s perfect.

I love you.

-Dad