Dear God,

I don’t mean to be ungrateful, if that’s how it sounded, in my precious post.

I am so happy.

I am so blessed.

I love her more than it is possible.

She is so wonderful.

I am awestruck to have been chosen to be her mother. She is so beautiful, in every way. I am blessed. I am so happy.

Forgive me wanting it to last a little longer.

To have known her all those months I carried her, to have seen her in ultrasound, to have birthed her, to have nursed her these last beautiful, difficult months, well, it’s been miraculous.

Who am I to keep asking for miracles?

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

To live to be a hundred would be nothing, for to have known her is worth a thousand lifetimes, to have known this love is to know you.

Thank you for this life, for all I have seen and learned in it. For all that i have learned, for all I have been given grace to see dissolve, for the beautiful sight of your hand. If we are here for anything, it is to come to this. All praise and glory to you, alleluia, all is god.