It has been a real long time since I wrote to you. I have wanted to so many times the past couple of weeks, but what do I tell you little one. That I am sorry, so very sorry, that you are sick, and I feel responsible. That I see your eyes following me, when you are too weak to do so yourself, and my heart breaks. That when you cough hard, I stop to breathe. I would do anything, anything to bore your sickness for you. But I can’t, so I hold you tight, hoping you get some comfort out of it.
But even through the bleakest part of your sickness, the playful spirit of you remained strong. The moment your temperature went down, because of the medication, you would be up and playing with your toys, moving your body to the music, crawling around since you did not have the energy to stand up and walk. And every time you did any of this, I was thankful. Thankful for you, thankful for everything that makes you.
Today as you are a lot better, almost on your way to a complete recovery, you played your little games with me. You stood behind a wall, peeking and hiding..your version of peek-a-boo, and when you caught me looking, you bestowed this huge big grin on me. Today, you clapped you little hands at something your Paa did. Today, you followed me around as I got ready for work. And so today, I rejoice. Today, I breathe easy.
Today, I also sit and reminisce. I sat and looked at the pictures of you since you were born. And I am amazed how much you have grown. How much you have changed. And how much of our lives you have changed. And I send out a thanks for you. I can’t imagine a life without you. I can’t imagine us without you.
I can ramble on and on, but all I really want to say to you, sweetheart, is stay happy, stay healthy, stay you. .I Love You..
Loads of love,