For Papa

Dear Papa,

I am so happy you did not get the job in Boston. I'm thankful that the only reason was because you would not relocated. I'm happy that you want to see me grow up. I forget what you look like on Monday - Thursday. I'm happy that I will be able to cuddle up under your scratchy chin and coo into your neck.
Everbody should have a Grandpa like you. Someday I will probably have to share you. But until I do, you are only MY Papa and I am YOUR Baby Boy.

(did you know that grandma did not want you to get the job either? she said you would be perfect for it, but not if you had to move.)