"I dreamed of you last night. You were afraid, and I held you safe in my arms.

You must be about 12 now, on the cusp of womanhood, about to embark on a journey to discover yourself. Older and wiser perhaps. I imagine you to have thoughts and ideas of your own, perhaps a wild streak, perhaps a love and zest for life just hinted at when you were younger, now blossoming as you age.

But I can only imagine. In my dreams, in the last fragments of your existence that I possess, you'll always be a child.. frozen in time in the pages of my memory."


Nearly a year has passed since I wrote this post. Would I have believed, back then, that now you would walk.. no.. plunge back into my life? Would I have believed that talking to you would be so easy? Certainly you are light years beyond the shy, quiet girl that I was at 13. And I couldn't be more proud.

Perhaps you're back in my life at exactly the right time. I'm at the point now that I am proud of my choices and the life I live. But I still have a long way to go and plenty of lessons to learn.. Maybe this time, I won't have to do it alone. And you could be exactly what I need right now. What better way to stay focused and make the right choices than to have someone following your example. From this moment on, I have something more to live for. From this moment on, I live for you.