If I ever were to perish, I do hope this journal reaches you. I hope the family has gotten my letters over the years. I'm sorry for disappearing, but I had to leave. The farm was suffocating me. Maybe one day we will meet again... if not here then possibly after death. Inside you will find recounts of my adventures in the world. I do hope you enjoy them.
I love both of you to the stars above and a trillion times over.
Until next time,
A