Dear Bailey,

It is coming up to 22 months. 22 long, agonizing months since you ran away, disappeared into the air. I left you that morning with someone for the first time in the 3 1/2 years we were together and assumed without a doubt that you would be alright. I feel that it was just too stressful for you not knowing where I was and being in an unfamiliar place, so when you saw an opportunity to look for me or to get out of there, you took it. I haven't stopped looking for you. I hope you know that I think of you every single day and miss everything about you. The way you wiggled your butt to the way you shook your toys at your dish before you would eat and everything in between. The unconditional love you gave me every single day was more than I could ever have asked for and I so cherish the time we did have together. Not knowing what became of you has been the hardest reality I have ever faced and the guilt I feel can't be put into words. Every morning I wake up hoping that it was a bad dream, that you are still here. Thank you. Thank you for being my best friend and please know that if I could turn back the hands of time, I would do so in a heartbeat. The tears still flow daily and I don't know if they will ever stop or if I will ever get over this. I have all your toys and beds and will keep them with my memories...forever. I love you my little man and I will never forget you. They say that miracles happen so I wait by the phone every day for that call, saying you have been found. Never will I give up hope.

Love,

Stacey