When your sister learned to ride her bike, we got a seat for my bike and I’d take you along for rides around the neighborhood.
My bike had baskets on the pedals that made them sort of like stirrups and I was really nervous that we might start falling and I wouldn’t be able to get my foot out in time to catch us, but it never happened.
It’s important not to think about the bad things that might happen. Most of the accidents I’ve had, like falling off of things, happened right after I’d imagined what it would be like if they did happen.
And, most of the strikes I’ve gotten when bowling happened right after I imagined getting a strike.
The weird thing about a strike: I knew it the moment I released the ball.
I’m guessing to get more strikes, one has to know it before releasing the ball.
I read a book called the One Minute Salesman which I can sum up in less than a minute: It’s important to practice what you want to accomplish in your head. Then you just go out and do it.
I miss you and your sister. We won’t see each other at Christmas again this year.
In my head, I’ve lived through a reunion with you two thousands of times, but you’re both sort of frozen in time there.
I recently saw a picture my Aunt Wendy took of you at Baby J’s 15th birthday party at Dad’s. It’s very exciting that you’re both growing up, but also somewhat disturbing — I sometimes worry we’ll no longer know each other.
You’re both becoming regular people rather than little kids. I think it’s probably more positive to be excited that when we do finally get to meet, we’ll have to go about the process of learning to get to know someone new, me and you two.
Yes, I miss you.
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