15 years, 2 months.

Dear Jack,

You and I have a largely unspoken understanding: I don’t worry about you getting yourself into trouble, because you know how to have fun without getting into trouble.

I never worry about where you are or what you are doing, because I know you’ll text me right back if I need you.

One day this past week after school, you told me you were heading out with your friends; taking your dirtbike to go hang out. As it reached close to 7 pm, I texted you that I needed you home from dinner.

You and your buddies had been out riding, and then hanging out around a campfire.

I love it that you and I have this kind of understanding and relationship.

Love,

Daddy