Sometimes, little sweetheart, when a thought or phrase comes to me, I’ll write it down quickly so I don’t forget. I’ve got dozens of little scraps of paper all over the apartment with curious scribblings like that, meant to call something to mind or just remind and prompt me to further elaboration.
One of them sitting here says this: “Best in a Crisis”. And I think that’s meant to say something about you and I together. No matter how big or even how small a problem might have ever been I could always count on you, even when I couldn’t count on myself.
A thousand others would be out the door the moment anything remotely adverse occurred but you never ever gave up on me.
And when the hardest things would befall - when my mother died, I’m thinking of that, especially just now - you literally flew to my side with love and protection.
I’m so grateful, little sweetheart. How very much I am! And I love you, love you forever and ever.
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