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The Terror Of Growing Up

Dear Lewis, Tomorrow you’ll be 10 months old. I’m blown away by how much you’re already capable of on you own. You’ve even begun flirting with walking! You’re taking a few steps before you get so excited you fall on your face. I remember bringing you home from the hospital. You were 8 pounds of...
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If You Would Just Come To Me

Dear Lewis, Lately, you’ve been in the habit of having a great day right up until about an hour before I get home. Your mother loves you and I know she takes care of you. What I don’t know is why you become The Monster every evening around 4:30pm. In the past we’ve been quick...
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Mommy Almost Murdered Papa At City Museum…Almost

Dear Lewis, Mommy almost murdered Papa today. I’d like to believe I’m using hyperbole to immediately engage you in this story. However, mothers are capable of anything when they feel their children are in danger. She searched caves, a forest, even the belly of a whale when she thought something had happened to you. Taking...
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Somehow, Love Grows

December 23rd, 2014 Dear Lewis, My heart is beating out of my chest. My eyes still sting. It’s nearly impossible for me to take a full breath. This isn’t panic, Lewis. This is Love. Pure Love. Overwhelming Love. It’s Love like I’ve never known. Lewis, I’m going to be a daddy again! Today was stressful....
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Wisdom Literature: The Runaway Bunny

Dear Lewis, As you get older your attention span seems to be growing. Well, in some areas. Luckily, books are one of the things that captivate you for long periods of time. Even luckier still, you and I seem to like the same books. One of our favorites is The Runaway Bunny, written by Margaret...
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Martin, Music & Change

Dear Lewis, As you grow up, one of your heroes should absolutely be Martin Luther King Jr. You’re going to hear a lot of white people like me say that, especially this time of year, but I promise you I mean it. When you’re old enough, we’ll read and discuss his “Letter From a Birmingham...
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I Could Eat You Up. Really.

Dear Lewis, I love everything about you. I love your smell, your smile, the way you sleep. I love the way you giggle when we change your poopy diaper, the way you look back at us and grin when you’re doing something you’re not supposed to, even your pouty face. Near the top of my...
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Resolution: Free Myself From Past Failures

Dear Lewis, You’re going to hear a lot of talk about resolutions – promises people make, usually about how they’re going to better themselves in some way – this time every year. For a lot of us resolutions aren’t the start of something new. Rather, they’re a rededication to something that once was. Leading up...
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You’re Sick, Lewis. So Am I.

Dear Lewis, The past few days have been crazy. It has nothing to do with Christmas. It has everything to do with you getting sick for the first time. It was Christmas Eve. You and I were hanging out like we do every morning. Except this morning, even though you hadn’t eaten for 11 hours,...
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Songs About Your Mom

Dear Lewis, Your mom’s birthday is coming up soon. On December 18th she’ll be 32 years old. I can’t believe it. Not the age thing. I can’t believe I’ve had the pleasure of knowing your mom for eight years now. She was one of the first people I met when the band moved to Salt...
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What I Learned From “The Monster”

Dear Lewis, You mom and I have begun calling you “The Monster.” You are everywhere, on everything, under everything, and you try to put everything in your mouth. We have an ankle weight on the trash can lid, that I’m sure you’ll be strong enough to lift in a week or two. We only use...
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The Power Of Music

Dear Lewis, Christmas is my favorite time of year. I hate the cold weather. Traveling during Christmas is a nightmare. Pumpkin and peppermint flavored beer, cocktails, coffee drinks and deserts are the worst. It’s not the parties or the month of excused overeating I love. It’s not that I can watch It’s A Wonderful Life...
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Mommy, Garbage and Jesus

Dear Lewis, You and I had a great time hanging out while mommy was at work today. We ate breakfast with our shirts off, we fixed the tires on your stroller, and we wrestled until we were so exhausted we had to take a nap. When we got up from our nap we continued the...
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Uncle Matt & Other People I Shouldn’t Like

Dear Lewis, I shouldn’t like your Uncle Matt, but I do. In fact, I love him. When you get older you’ll hear guys use the phrase, “He’s like a brother to me,” to describe how tight their relationship is. Your Uncle Matt is one of the only people I could ever say this about. Sometimes,...
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The Creative, Personal Love Of God

Dear Lewis, Give. Give with open hands. Look for ways to give. When given the opportunity – give. Give your time, give your money, give your attention, give whatever you’ve got that people want. Your mom and I talk about money a lot. That’s because we don’t have much. We’ve struggled financially for the three...
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I Am Your Shield

Dear Lewis, It was warmer today than it’s been in weeks. Your mom and I bundled you in warm PJs, a coat and beanie, and then wrapped you in a blanket before going for a walk on this beautiful, yet still cold day. As we turned the corner on our way home from our two...
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You’ve Been Adopted By Your Aunt & Uncle

Dear Lewis, I hope you love your new house in St. Louis. I spent a grand total of 20 hours in it a few weeks ago, and I loved every second of it. I can’t wait to be with you next week. You have no idea how excited I am to see you and your...
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God Is Not Fair

Dear Lewis, I love you more than you will ever know. I can’t imagine life without you. You and I have been apart for one day, and already I ache for you. It’s not fair. Please don’t misunderstand me: what’s not fair is that in a few weeks I will return to you, hold you,...
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God Stopped Speaking…Thankfully

Dear Lewis, Last time I wrote I suggested that one possibility for why God sometimes seems absent is that He knows we’ll seek Him more fervently if we don’t feel like He’s near. It was you staying where you were as long as you could see me, moving forward to follow me only when I...
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When God Is Nowhere To Be Found

Dear Lewis, One thing I miss about living in an apartment is how everything is in close proximity. Our area at grandma and grandpa’s isn’t huge, but it’s laid out more like a house, naturally, since it’s in the basement of one. A long hallway separates the bedrooms and living room. I’m not lazy. I...
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Daddy – From A Distance

Dear Lewis, As you can see by the date of my last entry, it’s been almost a month since I’ve written to you. Honestly, things have been ridiculously busy. To be even more honest, I’m far beyond feeling overwhelmed. We closed on our house in St. Louis. I’ve been coordinating with the contractor on the...
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What My Son Taught Me About Augustine

Dear Lewis, Slowly, we’re getting settled into our “transition home.” For the next several months we’ll be living in grandma and grandpa’s basement. It’s really not a bad setup. Well, except for all of the accessible dangers. For example, we used to have a door that would close off our kitchen. Now we have what...
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You Got Hurt, And You Will Get Hurt Again

Dear Lewis, I knew it was going to happen. I just didn’t think it’d be so soon. Given how adventurous you are I don’t know why I’m so surprised. Last night you split open your noggin and had to go to the emergency room. We had an awesome day, just you and me. We played...
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Why It’s Pointless To Bargain With God

Dear Lewis, Our family has spent the past few weeks getting ready for a major change. For the next several months we’re going to live with your grandma and grandpa. I don’t want to scare you, but I do want to be honest with you – you’re going to live in the suburbs for a...
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The First Letter To Lewis After He Was Born

Friends, If you’ve had a child you know what it’s like to enter the upside-down world of parenthood. If you haven’t, well, imagine taking sleeping pills or NyQuil, then being awakened after only three hours of sleep, and then being asked to solve the Middle East conflict in your altered state. That’s the state of mind...
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The First Letter To Lewis I Ever Wrote

Friends, Three months before Lewis was born I went to the bar with some friends. At the end of an awesome night I walked a mile and a half through the city back to my apartment, my heart and mind racing the entire time. Even though I didn’t get home until after 2am I had...
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The Cost Of Being An Original: A Letter From Uncle Kevin

Nephew, When your dad asked me to write you a letter I began to think of the things that I could share that would change your life. Well, at least make you laugh. I thought about teaching you that having a nice round belly doesn’t mean you’re fat – it means you get paid. (That’s...
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What I Learned From Playtime

Dear Lewis, Recently you’ve begun to do something that fills my heart with more joy than it’s ever known: you play with me. For a month or two you’ve seemed to recognize my voice. But now you actually sit and play with me, crawling over me, swatting at my hands, even laughing and smiling when...
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Choose Your Friends Wisely

Dear Lewis, You’re going to make a lot of mistakes throughout your life. Some will simply embarrass you. Others will get you into serious trouble. And there will come a day when a mistake gets you hurt. You’ll be able to bounce back from most of your mistakes. If you find the book you’re reading...
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10 Reasons I Want My Son To Be Like Bilbo

Dear Lewis, I love the Lord of the Rings. I mean I truly, honestly, in the nerdiest way possible, love it. The fact that I have to prevent myself from saying, “That’s like the part in Lord of the Rings where…” in every conversation is why your mother doesn’t worry about other women trying to take me home...
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What I Learned From Tarzan’s Dad

Dear Lewis, This morning, you took a giant step toward becoming a man: you watched the 1999 Disney movie Tarzan. As the movie played, we played. We wrestled, rode your tiger Wheely Bug, built towering edifices of letter-embossed blocks, and, when our stomachs growled, we ate chicken and beef while not wearing shirts. In short,...
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It Was The Best Of Times, It Was The Worst Of Times

Dear Lewis, Yesterday you embarked on an epic adventure. You left the apartment around 9:30am and walked 8 blocks to the train stop. As you rode along, you watched the world around you with wide-eyed wonder. Your first time on the train you rode the rails like a pro. Two trains, one transfer, and forty...
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Your Normal Isn’t Normal: A Letter From James Kennison

Lewis, Your dad asked me a while back to write you a letter. My immediate thought was “NO!” What could I say to a baby I’ve never even met that would mean anything? Your Dad hardly listened to me in his youth… why would you? The tone of these letters are always very deep and...
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Aunt Niki & Uncle Dago’s Wedding

Dear Lewis, You partied so hard at Uncle Dago and Aunt Niki’s wedding last night. You owned the dance floor. You and I kicked the party off, and then you and your mom danced; then you and Jacqueline; then you and Aunt Niki. You danced with so many people I lost track. You stayed until...
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Forgive Your Father: A Letter From Matt Ham

Lewis, I’m writing this letter asking you to forgive your father. I understand this may seem brash, but I believe it needs to be said. Because there may not be one thing in particular, I’m writing about the generalization that most sons, in some way, hold some level of contempt toward their father. Now I’ve...
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Wise Men Know How To Relax

Dear Lewis, I’m exhausted. I’m tired from lack of sleep. I’m drained from giving every once of energy to what I love. Sadly, I’m not talking about you. I’m not talking about your mom. I could spin it and say it’s for God. But, who am I kidding? I’m tired because I don’t know how...
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Mountains and Marshmallows: A Letter From Sabrena Klausman

Dear Lewis, When I was a kid, I used to beg my mom to buy the kid cereal; you know, the one chocked full of marshmallows. I was-still am, actually-crazy about those tasty morsels of sweetness. My reasoning for preferring the marshmallows was simple; the marshmallows were smooth and sweet, while the rest of the...
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Why Every Father Should Be Scared To Pray

Dear Lewis, This world is a dangerous place. Every second people are being killed in wars, uprisings, riots, and over stupid things – like energy drinks. Before you were born your mom and I asked the question: “Do we really want to bring a child into this world?” I’m sure my parents had the same...
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You’ll Get There: A Letter From Dustin Dean

Dear Lewis, I’m Dustin, one of your mom and pop’s friends. Now, I don’t know if I’ll be around one way or the other to get to know the amazing young man I have no doubt you’ll become, but I’ve had the pleasure of being your dad’s friend for some time now, as well as...
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The 135-Day Life Of My Hero: Corbin McHenry

Dear Lewis, I have a handful of heroes. Most of them you’ll meet at some point in your life. There are three, however, you probably won’t. I’ve never even met them. But they’ve changed our family forever. Corbin, Kara and Shane McHenry came into our lives while you were still in your mom’s belly. Corbin...
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The Plan Of A Lifetime: A Letter From Papa

Dear Lewis, I’m in an airplane as I write this, flying with your Nani to see some good friends in a country called Guatemala. When you get older you and I will go visit them, and we can climb a live volcano and throw stuff in the lava just to watch it burn (your Uncle...
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I’ll Still Be Here When You Need Me

Dear Lewis, A few months ago you would have cried and screamed and flailed your arms if I’d have laid you on your belly. Now, the moment I put you on the ground you roll over onto your stomach. You don’t stop there. You do this awesome G.I. Joe army crawl that gets you all...
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Why God Is My Last Priority

Dear Lewis, I love praying for you. I get excited imagining all God has for you, and how He might use your life for His glory. Will you restore people’s bodies with medicine like Nani, or through massage therapy like mommy? Will you play music like Uncle Josh, or be a teacher like PaPa? I...
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Simple, Life-Changing Love

Dear Lewis, You’re sitting on the floor, smiling from ear to ear, mumbling unintelligibly, and banging your fist against a plastic plate. And I couldn’t love you more than I do right now. God must look at what I do everyday and see a fool mumbling unintelligibly, banging plastic plates. And he couldn’t love me...
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God Loves Me? I Doubt It.

Dear Lewis, As my son you’re bound to inherit many of my traits. I pray my love for God and my desire to create are passed on to you. I hope the thrill of the unknown captures your heart as it has mine. There’s at least one quality I hope isn’t passed along: no matter...
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Examining My Reflection

Dear Lewis, In the month since you were born your mom hasn’t had any time alone. So, tonight I stepped up to give her what she needed. That’s a lie. I stepped up to get what I wanted. Tonight, for the first time, you and I went on an adventure all by our selves! I...
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The Answer To The Question: Who Are You?

Dear Lewis, The other day I told you that opposition from the enemy always follows a true encounter with God. Ask any follower of Christ and they’ll tell you the very thing they feel God speaking over them is the very thing they find called into question. This is exactly what Jesus experienced in the...
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When We Recognize God’s Voice

Dear Lewis, It finally happened. There’s not a doubt in my mind. It took 5 months and 11 days, but it happened. Your mom called this afternoon to talk about buying a basket she’d found to hold your toys. When I responded, she couldn’t hear me because you were making loud cooing noises and excited...
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Why Questioning God Is Normal

Dear Lewis, I don’t know what God has planned for you. I can tell you that you’ll never be more confident in who you are than when you know what He’s called you to do with your life. On the other hand, I know you’ll never question yourself, your calling, and your God more than...
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Daddy, Don’t Leave Me

Dear Lewis, When I got home from work tonight your mom was rushing out the door to a dentist appointment. You’d just eaten and had your diaper changed, so you were lying quietly, rocking in your swing, for the five minutes we talked in the living room. She left and I stood in front of...
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