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Dear Easton,
I’m not exactly sure what I want to say in this letter. In fact, I’m not really sure what one goes about writing to a one year old, so I guess I’ll just tell you a little about myself. I’m your uncle Gavin, and I am almost 20 years older than you! Seventeen if you want to get exact about it. I am graduating high school this year, which is something your life will annoy you with in another few years. Stay out of it as long as possible is my advice. Enjoy those formative years, they’re the most fun. I live in Maine, which is the northeastern most state in the union. It’s pretty far from Idaho, but we have good potatoes, too. It just goes to show that you can travel thousands of miles and just find the same old stuff everywhere. God bless America.
I thought you might like to know a little bit about me, seeing as we’re related so closely and all. I am going to college in the fall to study Theater, specifically musical theater, at a place called Wagner College. It’s located in Staten Island, New York, which is sort of a big deal. Lots of people live in New York City, in fact, it’s the biggest city in the country. That’s something you should keep in mind if you ever come to visit, I’ll be pretty hard to find with all those people around.
Knowing your daddy (although I don’t as well as I should) I know that he’s a big baseball fan, I mean, your name is Easton after all. I wonder what your favorite teams are. I can only assume that geographically you are inclined towards the Rockies in Colorado, but perhaps you have some other preference. I am a fan of the Cubs and the Yankees if you want to follow the same teams as me. The Yankees are very good and win a lot of games. The Cubs, however, have been frustrating uncle Gavin a lot this year. I have a lucky Cubs hat that I like to wear, my superstition being that if I take the hat off, the Cubs will lose. They’ve been managing to lose even when I have the hat on, so I’m beginning to think it doesn’t work that well.
You know what I just realized? It is almost your birthday! Or at least, it is when I’m writing this, who knows, with our mail system I may miss the actual day by the time this arrives. I feel sort of bad that you’ve been around for so long now and it’s taken me this long to acknowledge that. I haven’t been a very good uncle, but I’m going to try harder because I like you kid. I like your name. I like the idea of being an uncle. It’s sort of a neat position. Maybe if you come back east someday I can be real uncle-y and spoil you, and show you around New York, and Maine, and everywhere in between.
Well, I think I should wrap this up, but since I’ve told you a little about myself, why don’t you write me back. Or if you’re too cool for writing, maybe dictate a little something to your dad to write me. I’d love to hear about you. Have you started walking yet? Talking? Driving? I’d love to know. I hope you have (or had) a super birthday you little munchkin.
Much Love,
Your Loving Uncle Gavin.
I’m not exactly sure what I want to say in this letter. In fact, I’m not really sure what one goes about writing to a one year old, so I guess I’ll just tell you a little about myself. I’m your uncle Gavin, and I am almost 20 years older than you! Seventeen if you want to get exact about it. I am graduating high school this year, which is something your life will annoy you with in another few years. Stay out of it as long as possible is my advice. Enjoy those formative years, they’re the most fun. I live in Maine, which is the northeastern most state in the union. It’s pretty far from Idaho, but we have good potatoes, too. It just goes to show that you can travel thousands of miles and just find the same old stuff everywhere. God bless America.
I thought you might like to know a little bit about me, seeing as we’re related so closely and all. I am going to college in the fall to study Theater, specifically musical theater, at a place called Wagner College. It’s located in Staten Island, New York, which is sort of a big deal. Lots of people live in New York City, in fact, it’s the biggest city in the country. That’s something you should keep in mind if you ever come to visit, I’ll be pretty hard to find with all those people around.
Knowing your daddy (although I don’t as well as I should) I know that he’s a big baseball fan, I mean, your name is Easton after all. I wonder what your favorite teams are. I can only assume that geographically you are inclined towards the Rockies in Colorado, but perhaps you have some other preference. I am a fan of the Cubs and the Yankees if you want to follow the same teams as me. The Yankees are very good and win a lot of games. The Cubs, however, have been frustrating uncle Gavin a lot this year. I have a lucky Cubs hat that I like to wear, my superstition being that if I take the hat off, the Cubs will lose. They’ve been managing to lose even when I have the hat on, so I’m beginning to think it doesn’t work that well.
You know what I just realized? It is almost your birthday! Or at least, it is when I’m writing this, who knows, with our mail system I may miss the actual day by the time this arrives. I feel sort of bad that you’ve been around for so long now and it’s taken me this long to acknowledge that. I haven’t been a very good uncle, but I’m going to try harder because I like you kid. I like your name. I like the idea of being an uncle. It’s sort of a neat position. Maybe if you come back east someday I can be real uncle-y and spoil you, and show you around New York, and Maine, and everywhere in between.
Well, I think I should wrap this up, but since I’ve told you a little about myself, why don’t you write me back. Or if you’re too cool for writing, maybe dictate a little something to your dad to write me. I’d love to hear about you. Have you started walking yet? Talking? Driving? I’d love to know. I hope you have (or had) a super birthday you little munchkin.
Much Love,
Your Loving Uncle Gavin.