to you my ragey poo,

You spent so much time afraid of me for literally no reason. I fucking adore you. You made me feel safe in silence, you’ll never know how much I needed that. Under that loud rough exterior, you are soft and compassionate. And under that you are strong and brave. I admire how deeply you care about your people. That is such a huge gift. Your parents sucked, I can only imagine you were a spectacular kid, because you turned into spectacular human. You show up for the people that matter.

We whispered Thrive into the world, you overheard and immediately said “I want in.” I’m so incredibly proud to call you part of our baby. You belong in this family and you fought for this family. You’ve done well Rage.

You’re a cool kid, and I love you.

ps: NO MORE THRIVE TATTOOS! You cannot have more than me. Pulling the cancer card. It’s my last dying wish, it’s in stone, sorry.

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