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  1. Mary DeSenso
    November 12, 2012 @ 11:48 am

    Your stories always touch my heart and bring tears to my eyes. You have been truly blessed with a Beautiful Family, God bless you and Joe and your children. My love to you all.


  2. Dawn Gearhart
    November 15, 2012 @ 11:06 pm

    Dear Jack,

    My name is Dawn. I am Miss Jen’s sister. I drive a white minivan (a 2004 Kia Sedona) . My husband drives a 2005 silver Mazda Tribute and I like his car a whole lot better than mine.

    Sometimes I go to schools and help children learn. They call me a substitute teacher or a guest teacher because I am not at the same school every day. Sometimes I even get to be an aide just like Miss Anne. My job is fun!

    You’re a pretty special boy, Jack and you have a really special family!


  3. Missindeedy
    November 28, 2012 @ 2:03 pm

    Well, dang it if this didn’t send my mascara careening down my face. I fall a little more in love with your Jack and understand a little more of my Sweetboy every time I read one of these posts, Carrie. Thank you. Thank you. And…
    If Sweetboy could write a letter to Jack, it’d probably go like this:
    Dear Jack,
    My mom drives a Black Subaru Tribeca but she says I can’t tell you what state because we’re supposed to stay ‘nonymous. And that means my dad doesn’t want us to share details on the computer. I like to touch my little sister’s hair. A lot. It is so soft. And mom tells me I should ask her first. I don’t like the sound of dog’s barking or car alarms. I cover my ears because it makes me feel very jiggly and nervous and very not good. I like to be together “as a whole family” all the time, too. It makes my mom and dad smile a lot.
    Someone Like You


  4. Bethani Watkins
    April 3, 2013 @ 3:38 am

    Dear Jack,
    Hi. My name is Asher. I am 4 years old. I like it when all of my family is together (mom and dad and 1 sister and 4 brothers). I don’t like when everyone talks at once, it makes me frightened. I don’t like vaccuums or mixers, or sirens. I don’t like tags or itchy clothes. I like to sing songs with my mom and brothers and laugh. I don’t like mashed potatoes or broccoli, it makes me gag. I love to write words that my mom spells for me. I am learning the sounds of my letters. My mom reads some of your mom’s stuff. I feel like you are my friend.


    • ccariello
      April 4, 2013 @ 10:02 am

      Hi Asher! I am your friend! And my mom is your mom’s friend! Last night I tried really hard to eat some food that was all mixed together without shouting a swear word. I did pretty well.


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