I loved sharing chocolate with you while we snuggled on the couch.
I loved listening to crazy stories you dreamed up with me driving trains and you flying airplanes.
I love seeing through your eyes as you watch the world with wide-eyed wonder.
And when life feels too much for you, when it makes you anxious and afraid, I want to hold you in my arms and tell you, “It’s OK.”
I want to dream with you, and you with me, and show you how to reach beyond what you see.
I want you to go wherever I go, but there are some places that you can’t follow…
I hope that the war I face–that darkly pursues–never reaches you, even if it consumes me.
I hope you will forgive me for being your mother, for all my mistakes and wrong choices and character flaws, and that I haven’t turned you from hope.
And when we grow older, I hope you will hold my hands as my eyes dim, recounting days gone but not dead.
My sweet little loves, may you always know you will forever be my heart.