My sweet wonderful daughter. I hope you know how loved you are. You were a child created through love. I loved your father (and still do) tremendously. When you were little I used to have to lay with you to get you to go to sleep at night or you would wander around or stay up playing until 1 or 2am. You were always curious. I still fondly remember all the nights of questions about whatever topic you wanted to talk about. "But, why Mom?" Until I would finally say, "Okay, it's quite time." "But one more question, Mom." "Last one, Kyli." I think about all of the sports you played. Going to your soccer games on cold fall mornings. You were always an athlete. Going with you and your class to the tide pools. Parent teacher conferences...all of it. I will cherish all of these memories until my last breath. Now you're a Mom. And, you're a good one. Luna is the most precious girl. I hope she brings you are much light as you've brought me.
