I was asked to write my daughter a love letter for some church event. And I remembered that I had written dozens of letters when I was much younger, to her and to others, way before I had the chance to meet them. So I thought I would share them here. They are, for the most part, silly letters from a young girl imagining how great her life would one day be. Almost every letter answers the same question, where else would I meet him, if not in a dream?
We each live in a world of our own making. Welcome to my world.
I am writing this for a few reasons. The first, so that I will remember, remember the good and the bad. The second, I need an outlet for how I am feeling and thinking, the advice I am getting is good natured but not for me. Third, this is my monument for something that was very real for me, if for no one else.