Friday, July 22, 2011: Good Morning Sam! Today is your Dad’s 41st birthday. What a better way to spend my birthday than going to the Mexican prison Adriana Coronel Tenorio (AKA Adriana Howitt Coronel, Ari Coronel, Ari Coronel Tenorio, Ari Howitt, Ari Howitt Coronel) had me thrown in for something I did not do. By the way the 1-year anniversary of that horrible day is coming up. What’s ironic is that she called and sang ‘Happy Birthday’ into my voicemail as I was driving down to Mexico this morning. If that is not crazy, I don’t know what is.
It’s been three weeks since I have seen you. This is a great example of giving Adriana an inch and she takes a mile. I have not slept good in almost 3-years. My heart aches at all the events, big and small, that I have missed. All the milestones, all the cries, all the laughs, all the breakfasts, lunches & dinners, all the good morning & good night hugs & kisses. I will never be able to get that time with you back Sam. It would be the best birthday gift in the world for us to spend it together. I miss you so much Sam. I love you with every fiber of my being. That will never change. Never.
KISSES MY PRINCESS!
