My daughter turned fourteen this month and a letter I wrote when she turned three resurfaced, as it does each year and likely will in all those that follow.
I’ve read this letter many times in the last 11 years and it always strikes me a bit differently. One thing it always reminds me is that I’m lucky to know and love the author, who is consistently generous with love, understanding and honesty.
This part: "I want to be those mammoth but quiet expressions of love because I am sure, very sure, that love is the point." I'm sure, too, Jocelyn.
everything
everything
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I’ve read this letter many times in the last 11 years and it always strikes me a bit differently. One thing it always reminds me is that I’m lucky to know and love the author, who is consistently generous with love, understanding and honesty.
❤️
Fuck, dude.
Beautiful
My love to you and R and family. Miss you all. Xx