never stops teaching.
Journaling for awareness. Growing for life.
Dear beautiful, sensitive, seven-year-old daughter,
You will see and experience things in this life that will trouble you. I may not always be able to explain it all away, but I hope you will still come to me and let me listen. I hope you will rest your head in my lap and let me stroke your hair. And I hope beyond all hopes, that I will be able to help you remember what you so profoundly seem to understand today–that life is truly beautiful and that we are each a part of that astounding beauty.
I love you.
(And ice-cream really does make everything a little bit better!)
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