Dear sara,
Remember when….
I tried to burn your face into my memory when you were first born?
You taught yourself to swim?
You went to new York and stood ok the stage of the imperial theater?
We used to sing at the top of our lungs driving back from Philadelphia?
You put on your snowpants and boots, ran around in the yard and scared me half to death?
You got a mosquito bite on your cheek and it took a month to heal?
You cried for an hour after the “titanic”?
You sang “memory” in the mudroom for little dans wife holly?
I layer with you every night before you wentro sleep?
Remember when…
We took a trip to Virginia with Carly?
A girl named corrina lived down the road?
You were the star of “les mis” and your father actually came to all the performances?
You sang it that somers point bar and soon the din turned to silence?
You touched the wood stove?
Lech saved you from getting hurt by grabbing your leg on the steps?
Lech used to get upset in the morning when you stood in the driveway wanting to go to school too?
You were sick for all of 3rd grade and then I got it?
You made all those Christmas ornaments while you were sick?
You took your first steps just as Grammy walked through the door?
Remember when…
We Fiume Robert edwin to be the finest voice teacher there ever was?
You made a de even though you had a lung infection?
I held you tight?
We were at the beach and you found a little girl to play with who’s mom had passed on?
You were so overjoyed one Christmas with your dress up box?
Buddy fell into the pool?
You got your period for the first time and called home from school with the news?
I always worried you were going to choke on pizza crusts?
Mar. Eldon saw me in the hallway and told me you have “the gift”?
The pre-school teacher let you brush her hair?
I do.
Dear sara,
As you journey down roads unknown, your unwavering spirit will propel you.
Your smile. Your kindness. Your laughter. Your brilliance. The beauty inside and out are what make sara so special in my eyes.
My whole life I wanted a sister….
I did one better-
I got you.
Love, your mom
I have never cried so hard in my life. I actually think I’m dehydrated.
Wow. I have tears rolling down my cheeks right now. This is beautiful.
Moms know how to put us in these kind of moods so well, right?
I hope she does great in Florida!
yeah, i’m about ready to spill some tears too. my dad sends me messages like this once in a while and every time it wrenches my heart right out of my chest. it’s so beautiful when parents have no agenda or reason for reminding you about how much you mean to them, and just genuinely want to tell you.
good luck to your mom!
that is ridiculously sweet, your mom sounds so fantastic, makes me want to call my mom up and tell her i love her!! Good luck to your mama!!
okay, so is it wrong that i hate your mother for moving to florida? because i do. i’m kidding… i don’t. i love your mom. for REAL.
this made me cry more than heath ledger last night.
Why are moms able to reduce us to bumbling idiots? That letter is so sweet.
Also, did you play Eponine? I bet you totally rocked that shiz, yea? I played her too. She’s my favorite character, like, ever.
This was so sweet! It makes me want your mom for my mom!
AWWWWWWWWWWWWW pure sweetness.
Okay can we share mothers? Because in my head, that is what I want. I don’t blog about this ever but my mother is like a toddler. There isn’t a maternal bone in her body and she has a condition that makes her verging on impossible to live with. She has never said anything supportive or loving to me for as far back as I can remember.
If I had a mother who wrote me a letter like that I’d probably spontaneously combust. Or something.
You are so. damn. lucky.
Never forget that.
xxx
Too lovely