Dear Reese,
I watch you fall asleep on the baby monitor while I fill out an estate planning questionnaire. Turns out when you’re a parent, you need a will.
(Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll live forever.)
They ask for your social security number and I’m going to have to dig it out of the safe. It does seem like one of those things a parent should have memorized. I’ll work on it.
Love,
Mama