To Jacob,

My biggest pride moment is having the cutest fucking curly haired man by my side with his cutie tiny nerdy boy glasses what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck. I love the way your curls drop down to your glasses, the way they curl like little springs, like little squiggles on the canvas your mom made. She’s one hell of an artist, and I’m proud to have her best work. I love the way they move with you, the way they wrap around your glasses, the way I’d like to run my hands over them. I love my little curly haired boy, mine and mine only. The only one with the cute grin that reflects on his curl, the one whose personality shows through the smile he wears, with the defensive smile I can always see through, because he’s my boy. No matter what happens, you’ll always be my squiggles, the one with the squiggly hair and the squiggly everything.