Baby Impy,
You’re one of the only reasons I can still stand here and speak, still breathe without wishing I’d stop doing it. I look at you and know that I can belong somewhere and I hope you can feel how much I love you because it’s much more than I’ve felt for most people. You’re a butt—you’re my butt. Better than my butt. And I don’t want to leave anymore because I know that your mischief and early morning wake up calls are here for me to look forward to. I love you like I’d love my own child.
I’m going to give you candy now, but we have to come to an agreement that you won’t eat it all in one go and that you can’t come to me when you’re high on sugar… Okay? Okay.
-Umma.















