Dear Riley and Connor,
I may never again get the chance to sit down and do this. You are two active, precocious, lovable, beautiful children who create your own energy together, the way an intense fire creates its own whirlwind. You spin and fly and run and think, and the threshold where I can no longer keep up is rapidly approaching.
Before frustration causes me to forget what I believe when it comes to parenting, I wanted to put my promises to you in writing.