Dear Felix.

Hey Sweetpea.

Now that I know you're old enough, and have the technological resources to Google me and you, I'll just go ahead and be real: I'm talkin'to you here (you and Memphis and Evelyn and Gideon - all y'all are what is called my "Progeny.")

I started this before you were born because I'm an all  Machiavellian old-school Irish Catholic girl and I'm always thinking this could be the last thing I get to say.
Such Silliness.

I'm going to live so far beyond your wildest expectations, that you'll be thinking, 'Dang. I got stuff to do, but Momo's still over here... all chattin'me up..." You'll survive. Just gimme a sec.

I got you these three, today. I love you and see you changing the way we do stuff here, so stay woke, Sunshine. Pay attention. Sit up straight. 
Mind your posture, and gimme a hot second or two...

Uncle Jonathon Does What He Says

one IF you say you're going to do something: DO IT. No excuses. IF you can't do it, or if you're on the fence: Just Say No. Don't ever ever ever say you're going to do something that you're not absolutely certain you are going to do. Look at me here now: IF you think there is ANY chance that you won't be able to do what ever it is that you said you would do: JUST say no. You don't have to say sorry or anything else, just don't disappoint. Never ever ever say you'll be there on Wednesday when you know you're booked tight. 

Papa Z never said he'd do This, but he did it anyways.

two Based strictly on your *DNA: There is a good chance that you might live forever. You will survive stuff. That is your Superhero power like Catwoman can climb fences. Do not squander this resource. Don't go 120mph in a Jaguar on a highway that you know ends in a three hundred foot drop off. Don't wear sunglasses at night. Don't do cocaine. Don't let the super-cute Coast Guardian tell you that we can top 120 knots on this boat, before daybreak, and probably not blow up on the coast. All you got is what you got and there's a reasonable chance that it's going to be epic. Plan ahead. Sleep when you can, pack down protein if your body rolls that way and always lift with your knees. Guard your face and teeth. Just.Saying. You're so beautiful.

three Speak to yourself like you would speak to an itsy-bitsy baby, if you ever found an itsy-bitsy baby swaddled in flannel blankets, like IF you were on your way to school one day, and you found a perfectly swell swaddled baby.

Hold yourself tight and remind you that you are the most beautiful human that you've ever seen. Your strength is going to bring you things that your cold little nose hasn't even smelled yet. Tell you how smart and clever and emotionally tall you are. Look into those incredible blue eyes and know that there are only about 20 of us on the planet, with THOSE eyes and all. We see things. 

I love you, man. I try to be taller and cleaner and smarter and more clever than all the other Momos, on your behalf. 

I think we should NOT screw this up, together. It'd be a great story.....

xomomo

*YOUR DNA, omg. I'm equal parts Sorry/NotSorry. Truth is, dude - I know you're short and all, so I don't wanna give you too much to chew on, but maaaaaaaaaaaan, WE don't die. OUR people can go down in airplanes, drive cars into utility poles, roll with 8 rounds of radiation for cancer, buy Twinkies at a convenience store AFTER having been shot AND stabbed, plow fields with broken bones and exceed expectations on all counts. So: IF you think you wanna be all dramatic and give up like Scarlet O'Hara - you're a tree falling in an empty forest. None of us hear that, baby. Buck up. We gotta thang to do here. 

PS: Call anytime: Your dad has my digits.