Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Letter 9

My dear Peapod,

I love you my sweet girl.  I declare it when your lying in my arms, oblivious of the evil outside our door.  I exclaim it when you're smiling at my goofy antics to get you to laugh (which you started to do yesterday).  I sob it while you lay sleeping.  I love you--it doesn't seem as if I can say it enough or adequately show you in all the ways you deserve.  There is no comparison to the love that this mommy has for her bumblebee.  I touch your face in the twilight as a reminder that you're real.  You sweetly smile, and I long to know the dreams in your heart. I listen to your soft breathing, and I long to know the rhythm in your soul.  You astound me everyday, and I have to catch myself--are you really mine? Did we really plant a seed that resulted in your birth? But with one look, I see my eyes looking back at me.  In that look, you say all that needs to be said. "I love you, too, Mommy."

I love you my love child,
Mommy

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