Paloma,
Today you are twenty months old.
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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.
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Happy Twentieth Monthday.
Love,
Mama
Today you are twenty months old.
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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.
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Happy Twentieth Monthday.
Love,
Mama
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