Dear children, I wanted to write you a love letter of advice. There is so much I want to tell you that it’s hard to know where to begin. I suppose the way to begin is to think, what would I tell you if I could only tell you one thing?
I have made memory boxes for my children. I have made them, not because I am not expecting to be around to see them grow up, but in case I am not around as they grow up.