I am living my sixty third year of life. The age my father suddenly died. ~I am a grandmother; though in my head I will always be eighteen. That is my secret to my inner youth, my dreams, my hopes and my optimism. It is my resolve to thinking no mistake cannot be fixed and there is no wrong that cannot be righted. I believe in that which I cannot see and yes, I believe in love.
I want to take this time to say thank you.
Thank you for your patience and kindness.
Thank for your forgiveness ~ for my big mistakes and my little ones.
Thank you for the times you hug me tight as I quietly smell your hair.
Thank you for calling or writing me when I know you are busy.
Thank you for including me in the little things in your life because it makes me feel included.
Thank you for trusting me with the big things because I am always here to hold you up.
Thank you allowing me to walk with you even when we don’t talk. I am just savoring being beside you.
Thank you for sharing the most beautiful human beings you chose for partners in life and in love.
Thank you for my special time alone with each of you. It’s a gift so rich I could never describe it adequately.
Thank you for allowing me to sing to my grandson without interruption, even when it must be trying. I am remembering a time from long ago and creating a new precious memory.
Thank you for enduring my ritual of washing your dishes by hand. It is how I keep my father with me, as that was his daily practice.
Thank you for the extra kisses. When I feel your skin touch mine I am celebrating the joy of being a mother.
My children grew up such a long time ago.
Once I was your age and I still remember.
It is my curse and my blessing.
So thank you for giving me this moment to tell you all how much I love you. You are truly everything a parent could wish for ~ and more. I love the uniqueness of all that you are … each one of you a blessing and a treasure. I am so grateful for everything we share, the good times, the bad times and everything in between.
This is my love letter.