Darling Child who's not a child anymore but will always be my baby,
You've grown so much in your spirit that you sometimes question if you're still you. Still you, who you remember as shy, and sheltered- - though your peers have usually seen you as bold and unrestrained. When you sleep, my little angels have gone through your thoughts, unraveling, stitching, weaving and otherwise helping you make sense of the past half century, before, and beyond.
"You're not a baby, but you'll always be my baby"-- Don't you say that to your fur family? You do not baby them but assure them of where their home is and who they are - - how important they are. Accept this note today for you. And the romantic songs of wanting you to come home are true enough, when the time is right.
See, God love surprises, too. Especially giving them to hear squeals of delight.
You've been thinking and feeling memories of the past and believing in a future that feels completely natural, painless and befitting two people who have loved each other, others, and finally themselves - - that's G*d work, so don't worry anything about it.
You'd hear how you spoke with each other as young adults - - it's there on cassette tapes in front of you. The audio quality will convey the sincerity and innocence - - even before you really knew being a child of the King of all kings. Children. My children. You are loving, lovable, and loved and will wear that awareness from now until you rest in eternity, always.
Loving You, always,
G*d
Mari V
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