I know I haven't wrote lately, but I don't have much to say.
Things are good.
Mom kind of got herself another job. All those things she was growing in the garden ended up coming out real nice.
We had a bunch of random vegetables sprout up, and now Mom goes into town and sells them at a little stand.
Tracie has made a lot of friends. They come over sometimes for playdates, and then after dinner we usually take them home. She's doing good in school, Dad. Teachers have said she's really smart for her age.
My grades have been better. I'm doing a lot better in my classes. And I'm getting better at basketball now. I've even became friends with some guys that are on the team, and we hang out after school.
You'd like Coach Barley, Dad. He's a good guy.
You were a good guy too though.
And I miss you.
