i hope you find this letter before too long and i hope it reminds you that, while most of your feed has given up substantial blogging, i have not given it up. That may be because to me this is not blogging. To me this is an arm, outstretched; to me this is a digital "i love you."
Thank you for your ever-present company. You perhaps have no idea what a comfort and encouragement you are to me. If i amount to anything may the credit ever be yours as my coach, my friend, my inspiration, my strength. i am only sorry that i do not feel i provide as overwhelming a return to you.
Your talents amaze me. You are constantly too hard on yourself when you consider your skill sets and accomplishments. I don't know that I believe anything is beyond your capacity to accomplish. I feel confident you will master anything you decide to master—the hard part is deciding on what things to master, and in what order (you know I speak from experience here). If you want to work, work. If you want to sew, sew. Make music? Play on. Run races? Race on. You are capable of so much. Don't allow yourself to be defined. You are incredible. You are undefinable. You are everything that so many are not. You are unique among women. You are an angel in our lives. You are my beautiful and talented princess.
Thank you for every day. For every moment. For every kiss. Every touch. Thank you for every look my way. For every kind word. For every breath. Every everything.
Every life's adventure still beckons and awaits. I pray that we my have every one together.
.a boy
Sent from my iPad
