Thirteen weeks, three days. Day 96 in the quest to chase our little miracle
To my dearest little miracle,
I have been thinking of you a lot lately, and dreaming of your future. The day i realise you have grown up, and your life is beginning to become your own, well my miracle, that is the day you will read my letters. And I want you to know these words are true, and i want you to know that my love for you will never end, not even on the day i die.
I am sorry if i smuggled you too much, and i am sorry if i was too over protective. My miracle i am sorry if you think it is all too much, but i went through hell and back to meet you and to be with you, and that is why i tell you i love you too often, but know in your heart that it doesnt mean i mean it any less.
My miracle, i want you to know that life is so fragile, i see to much pain everyday, i see people who dont realise what they have, and i see people who who have nothing at all...
In this unpredictable world you have to learn never to take anything for granted, and too tell those you love, that you love them with all of your heart. I sit here in the pouring rain scared to death that i wont be there for you when you need me, and i am scared that you will be alone in your darkest hours, like i sometimes felt i was.
My miracle, i will say it again, i am sorry if i smuggled you too much, if i still smuggle you too much, but little one, when you are hurting, i will hurt too, when you are smiling i will be smiling too, and when you need me, i will be there right by your side, giving you everything that you need.
With every once of love that is inside of me,
Love from a mother that will be.
The will of God will never take you to where the grace of God will not protect you
