Today I woke up blue, or after writing an 11 pages handwritten letter to my daughter for her coming birthday made me blue. I wonder where such a cliché of time went to. I wonder if I have been taking advantage of my life thoroughly. Thinking of my daughter always makes me nostalgic. Probably the ineluctable pass of time. The second law of thermodynamic applied to the fullest. Nothing can return where it started.
In theory all is good; I am so proud of her and her accomplishments. I should be proud of being her mama, and I am, because of her, not me. I miss her at the same time I miss my mom. I think the hormones are doing part of the trick again.
Even though I told my daughter that the letter was just for her, I took photos of each page, just in case it’s lost in the mail. It felt too fragile to send it with the possibility of disappearing with one mishap of the postal service, when I spent the whole morning writing it.
And here I am toying with the idea to publish it in thumbnails. But I won’t, even when I can’t help to tell the world how much I love you, Matilde.
La Intervencionista from the Deschutes River 
I can feel your love for your daughter so strongly, especially in your last line. And I woke up blue today too! (I didn’t sleep well last night, so I’m sure that was it, but gosh was it hard to get out of!) I love that you took pictures in case it gets lost in the mail. 11 pages would be a devastating loss! I’m sure she will treasure it forever, and you can also look back and remember how you were feeling just now!
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Thanks Jennifer. Your words are so kind. Also your comment is almost longer than my slice, hahaha.
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I am sure it is a beautiful letter that your daughter will always treasure. 11 pages! I am very impressed, I never managed more than one or two to mine!
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In terms of word choice, ‘ineluctable’ is delectable!
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Thanks my mother tongue for that one! 😜
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