By the time you are old enough to read this, it is my heart's longing that you and I are tea and sugar, pouring the aura of wonder and warm belonging into one another's lives. I long to see you giggle uncontrollably with my Ana, to see you dance for joy with my Eric. I long to see you all three rolling through the garden until you dog-pile with exhausted fullness. I long to read to you all on my knees and in my lap, and even more to let my cup overflow with your own stories.
But we're an ocean away - I know how that ocean can become a wall, no less separating being water and not stone, a subtle conqueror ... the moment you catch a glimpse through the mist and spray, it swirls again in front of you. You'll have so many others in your life, you'll have no need of us...we with our words and day-to-days foreign to yours. You'll barely see our faces ...once every two years... who knows. All this rains down on me.
You've barely stepped out of your cocoon and already it seems you've flown beyond our sight. Is the best I can hope you'll have heard of my name?
I'll write again soon...