Little sweetheart, I've had dreams of you sometimes where you're a mommy. One of them, famously, a few years ago, was at Easter. We had two little daughters and you were getting them ready upstairs in your room at your parents's house, a big sunhat already perched in your head, as I finished hiding treats for the egg hunt in the garden.
Last night I dreamt that we'd had baby, a daughter, again, and I had talked you (and everyone, really) into naming her after you. It's all a bit foggy this morning and I wondered later if I could even think of a girl being named after her own mother (the way sons often are) and if she would be Summer, Jr. Junior is kind of male-specific, isn't it little sweetheart? It was a funny dream but wonderful because we were together.
What do you make of it all? I'll listen in quiet meditation this afternoon for your reply! With all my love forever.
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