Little sweetheart, today is Mother’s Day.
Your mom is working on the house down in Turlock, so I found a florist nearby in Modesto to deliver a little bouquet on Friday, a few days before, so she could enjoy them.
Mother’s Day is such a very wistful time for me, little sweetheart, both because I miss my own mom and because I miss you so very much and can’t help think how you wanted to raise a child with me and be a mommy yourself.
I think somehow, when things eternal are finally revealed to me, perhaps I’ll find that in the full realness of time, the non-linear more complete one mortals can’t quite know, that we will have a child together to love and protect and teach and cherish.
You’ve so much more to teach and show me, I know, little sweetheart and perhaps this is among them.
With all my love forever.
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