It is impossible for you to remember when I held you in my arms and walked you up and down the beach, you but a baby. You pressed your little lips to my ear and mumbled sweet baby tunes to my heart. That was the evening I knew I'd love you all your life.
When you were five the light of intelligence glowed within, and you such a wispy and happy little girl.
At ten your appetite for literature confirmed and solidified my love and pride for you.
Then, a blink and you are now a beautiful woman.
Our time has always been brief. Little visits here and there, a few moments to chat, exchange ideas, books, politics. Now, you are almost beyond my reach.
I miss you.
Your Uncle Stephen
What a wonderful and heartfelt post. Merry Christmas to you and yours Sir.
ReplyDeleteKneads, thank you very much, and may you and yours have a Merry Christmas too.
ReplyDeleteThere you went and did it again, your writing always touches my heart! Merry Christmas Stephen and may God continue to Bless you and yours!
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Shar, thank you. My girls are my weakness. Merry Christmas to you too, and God bless.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Uncle. I love you very much. You can't imaging how reassuring it is for me to know that you are there even if I don't get to see you. I know that I have an ally that is both competent and committed, which is more than can be said of many others I know.
ReplyDeleteHannah, I'll always be here for you. Good night and have a peaceful and fun Christmas. I love you.
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