I'm sorry I cannot be with you this evening, but please know you own my heart.
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