Dear love,
Tomorrow they will put something new inside you to help you keep going. I want you to know that this does not make you less whole. It makes you carried.
You were carried by your grandmother, who prayed over you when you were born. You were carried by the strangers who gave their blood so you could have tomorrow. You are carried by me, always, even on the days I am too tired to say it out loud.
When you are older and you read this, I hope you remember: the world did not break you. It is still meeting you. And we are still here.
Love,
Dad