for the bald kid.
My cute, faraway boy has a new companion. His name is Elder Johnson and he is—get this–bigger than the bald kid! This is highly unusual news.
This boy of mine is used to being the absolute giant–since he was a kid. In fact, years ago, he was handed the keys to a mini van at a youth activity and told to “take that group of boys home.”
“Dude, I’m twelve. I brought my skateboard.”
It will be nice for him to look someone straight in the eye–at last.
Another change–he has left his beloved town of Tomck and moved to a different–much bigger city that he calls, “Krasno.” No idea how to spell what it’s really called. He says they get lost quite a lot and have to ask for directions.
Now, he lives in one of these random little “doms” in this very big complex…thirteen hours away–from his last town.
But the biggest change of all is that the temperature is dropping and it’s been snowing for about a week now. He looks kind of cold–poor guy. And wait, are those dark circles under his eyes?
He promises me that he’ll be going out this week to buy some nice, warm boots and a big, cozy fur hat. Hurry boy–hurry!
Your silly mama needs to know that you are safe, and healthy, and happy and warm.
Then all will be well in my heart.
Oooh, I miss you my boy.