tomwingfields:

Dear Lady Bird,

When I got pregnant with you, it was a miracle. I was older. I was almost forty-two and we had Miguel and it seemed like it would never happen – and then you arrived. I loved you without knowing you, I loved you when you were just barely an idea – when you arrived at 7pm (after twelve hours of labor), I recognized you – I knew that you were my girl. Watching you grow up has been one of the most wonderful adventures of my life. You were always you, stubborn & funny & loving & competitive & brilliant. I wish we could be friends and I don’t know when it started to go off the tracks. I (…) to tell you I love you but