Paloma,

Today you are twenty months old.



At first I thought this would be one of the longest letters, yet, but then I read a sweet something on the Internet that was so concise, I rethought my yet unwritten ramble and instead am going to say this:

What happened this month, something I perceived as, in a way, someone trying to come between us, my reflection on what occurred has only made me love you with more ferocity, has only made me this much more sure that I am doing what is right for our family, and has only proved that I will fight for you.

Years from now, looking back, it might seem so silly, how huge it all feels now, but I am loving you in the moment, and that means doing what is right, right now.



Happy Twentieth Monthday.

Love,
Mama