It was a rough start, for the two of us; both scared and in pain – a future uncertain. And then i saw the voice i heard speaking to me each night (I giggled back with hiccups). You were mommy.
And as you document my life (you know it is our life, don’t you, mommy?) here in my garden, I realize how proud you must be of me.
But you must know, anything I am, everything I have, and all I will ever be, is from you. So, you see, mommy, it makes sense to be proud of yourself (at least this weekend). Because all I really am, is you.
Mommy, i love you (and I apologize for hacking into your account to post this).