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 a life to save yours isn’t outside the realm of possibilities.

But, let me explain.

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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 Lake. It took her some time, but eventually she actually became friends with us. Another thing I can’t believe.

Someday, I’ll tell you the story of how I met your mother. For now, all you need to know is this:

I’ve traveled the world and have been to a lot of incredible cities. I’ve met a lot of incredible people, some famous, some just downright good folks. I’ve done a lot of incredible things and I know I’ll do even more incredible things still. But when I get to the end of my life, whether it’s you, St. Peter, or Jesus that asks me, “What was the best part?” I’ll say, “Cherie.”

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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 party until mommy walked through the door.

We were playing with blocks and cars and stuffed monsters, having a blast, when mommy opened the door. The moment you heard her call, “Luigi! Where are you, love? I need kisses!” you left me in your dust.

You literally tossed your Ugly Doll aside, climbed over the blocks and cars, and crawled as fast as you could to mommy.

I wasn’t hurt; I was moved.

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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 cereal was grainy and rough on my tongue. I remember informing my mom that I wish they would make a cereal that was only marshmallows.

Well, wouldn’t you know it? A few years later they made such a cereal. I am not ashamed to say I was first in line to buy this culinary delight. Boy, was I disappointed! It turns out that too much sweetness isn’t all that appetizing.

Eating straight sugar is gross.

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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 loaded you, your diaper bag, and my iPod into the car before setting off on our journey. Normally, you fall asleep after being in the car for 10 minutes.

But not tonight.

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A Mother’s Day Reminder

Dear Lewis,

After church you and I ran some errands, ate lunch, and then we both took a nap. You’ve been asleep for an hour now, while my nap only lasted about 15 minutes. You might be wondering where your mom is. That’s why I can’t sleep.

While we’re napping, your mom is at a yoga class. Instead of being lazy like us she’s working hard to get back into shape, like she was before she got pregnant.

While lying in bed next to you I experienced something I’d never felt before. My body was totally relaxed and my mind still. Yet something in me was stirring. The best I can put it is that my heart was pulling my mind through the past year.

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