An open letter to my son, Oliver Cole

Dearest Oliver, 
Where do I even begin... You are laying on the couch sleeping right now as I write this, and occasionally I hear you make a small coo or grunt, but I know you're deep in a sleep and just fine. I've cut out all of the lights in the house and lit some candles, to subdue any stress that may be floating around. I think it's working. I don't even really know why I let stress get to me like I do sometimes, but you'll come to find that it can be a tough thing to shake. 

Your mother has gone to visit with her sister, your aunt Kaitlin, before she leaves back out for California tomorrow. She felt bad about leaving us here alone for an hour or so, and that's how I know her heart is filled with you and me. When you're old enough to read this, I just want you to understand that a love like that is rare. I want you to know that our love for you in unconditional, and that you were born into a family that harbors more love than I could have ever imagined. I want you to understand how lucky you are, and how lucky we are to have you here with us. You're a gift to us and you've been given a gift from us - the gift is life.

With that said, here's some blunt advice from your father; don't you ever take a love like this for granted. You'd be wise to give such love back whenever and wherever needed. The hate in this world will try to tear this kind of love apart. Don't let it. Be strong and be nimble. Know when to hold your ground and when to step aside. It's all an intricate dance, you see, and you'll always follow life's lead. But it is your life, and you can influence the dance. Make it what you will, but it will be what you make it.  Always follow your dreams and aspirations. Never settle for the ordinary. Nothing about you is ordinary. Everything about you screams for deeper meaning and profound action. Don't be afraid to take risk, but do take time to asses them carefully. Be smart, not impulsive.
You're going to make a lot of friends in this life, but remember that shallow brooks are noisy and deep waters are still and quiet. Make it a point to meet new people and to go new places, but never forget who your family is and where you came from. Most of all, just be humble and enjoy the ride. It all happens in the present. 
You just woke up, and you're stirring in my arms now, so I must end this letter here. There'll be more to follow.
Love always, 

P.S.   ...good music will get you through just about anything...