Dear Laasya, 

I find that the only things that are documented are the stupid mails that I send or the photos that I take, the bullshit I write on Facebook and the fights that we have, but the little, arbitrary moments, the precious ones, just disappear. I don't want that to happen.

I will post photographs here, and hopefully memories. Like this photo, which I took when you, sweet Laasya, were in the thick of your continuous ear infections. This was at Dr. ___ s office. He was a tool but that's okay, we changed doctors and you got better.