Dear Miss Esmé,
You are loving. You are loveable. You are loved.
Every so often, you come up to me and softly say, “Mommy, I love you.”
And in my cynical state of mind, I wonder, “Just what is she trying to manipulate me into now?”
And I can’t figure out any kind of angle.
You love me. It’s that simple. Nothing to earn. Nothing to gain. Just plain love.
Yes, there are other “love” moments, too. With lots of angles. But we’ll ignore those for the present…
Baby – there are so many things we want to pass on; knowledge and wisdom and skills and character traits; but – if there’s one thing we want you to to know, to remember, to be sure of, it’s this:
You are loved.
Love always protects,always trusts,always hopes,always perseveres.
I love you, my amazing, beautiful, clever, dilly-dallying, energized, following, grace-filled, hidden, indomitable, Jericho-miracle, kidlet, loved baby girl!
Each birthday, I write a letter to my baby girl. This year, the year of the amazing 5-year-mark, I’ll be working from A to Z.