Dear Campbell,

I’m sorry it has been so long since I last wrote. I think about writing often, but get distracted. Sometimes it is good distractions like playing with you or spending time with God. Other times it is not very productive distractions like farmville. Daddy used to make fun of me for playing farmville, but then he realized his game-minecraft-isn’t really any better than what I play.

What prompted this letter to you was the sermon I heard on Sunday. It was about sex. Depending when you read this you may or may not know what that means. And I certainly don’t mean to embarrass you. Your daddy and I want discussions about intimacy to be as open as you are comfortable. We won’t force them on you, but we hope you come to us with your questions.

The sermon basically encouraged married couples to be open with each other about sex and their thoughts on it throughout the day. It was a call for all of us to be open and vulnerable with each other. Light was shed that in being transparent life may get harder for a bit, but to persevere.

While listening to the sermon both your daddy and I had the same thought: I am so happy to be raising Campbell in a community where sex is discussed healthily.

Campbell, I am thankful that you will always know that you are loved by not only us and your grandparents, but a a multitude of people. And all of those people are safe in that they will love you no matter what choices you make…and you can trust them if you need a mentor or friend. We are so blessed to be a part of this community.

We love you, baby Campbell (even if you aren’t really a baby anymore).

love, mommy