Letter to my children

I'm going to dedicate this blog post to my children. Isaac is six years old, and for a long time, he and Daddy were inseperable. I love that boy so much. I worry about him a lot. Isaac is a very sensitive boy, and until last year, he and Daddy were very, very close. It's hard to write this -- I have tears running down my face -- but Isaac, my boy, my Zoopy, I love him so much. I have to say that when I think about my children and I dream about them, he plays a prominent role.

Savannah is such a wonderful little girl. She's four years old, and I have to admit, the last time I visited them, I could not get enough of holding her and kissing and hugging her. She loved being in my arms. I dream about Savannah all the time. She is a very smart little girl, and has a smile that can melt your heart.

I have missed them every single day since they left. They did not ask for this. They did not ask for Mommy and Daddy to have problems, or for Mommy and Daddy to not be able to see past their problems for the benefit of both of them.

It has become my responsibility to take care of this, since my wife will not. If I don't make changes soon, those kids will twist in the wind. I want them to grow up happy, well-adjusted and aware of the world around them. They are not, and it's obvious why. My wife has decided to cast her lot with another man, and as I have seen first hand, the children lose out when that happened. It happened to Destiny, and I do not want it to happen to Isaac and Savannah.

I think of Isaac and Savannah every day, but thinking about them does not make them come home, nor does it solve anything. They need Daddy to step up to the plate and take care of them. Mommy isn't going to do it. She's too focused on some new man and struggling with money to think of them fully.

I hopefully will go up to Idaho soon and get this straightened out. I think it's time to end it, quite frankly, which is a mistake I do not want to make. But I want Isaac and Savannah to be happy, and not pulled in a million different directions They don't deserve that, and I won't drag this out any longer. Let Cherie and I deal with this in a way that doesn't hurt the children. That's a bit of a lie, because they will always be hurt by two people unable to get along or settle their differences. The best thing I can do for you, Isaac and Savannah, is make sure you're happy. I am sorry for not being there when I should have been. That's wrong on my part, and I'm going to try and fix it.

I love you, Isaac and Savannah. Daddy's coming to help you.