Dear Ellie

I realize ladies of all ages will be reading this letter today.

This is the day I will watch my niece Holly get married. It seems like yesterday that she was my little Ellie’s age as I watched she and her mama walk hand in hand along the seashore.

Some of you may have precious little ones this very age and wish time would stop going so quickly.

Others of you may be my age with grandchildren, remembering your own children at this age~

and still others of you may be the age my mom would be if she were still alive today.

One thing I wish for all of you to remember is this~

your own mother~
no matter her age, or yours,
has these exact thoughts about you.

So stay a little longer, love a little harder and laugh a lot more with your children
~and your mom~
because time is passing quickly and these special moments will soon turn into fleeting memories.~~~


💗Dear Ellie💗
Today I watched you walk away from my front porch toward school, hand in hand with your mama.

Oh the memories that flood over me.

This is your last week of kindergarten and I desperately wish I could hold on to this moment, every second of it, and someday replay it for you when you are a mama yourself.

You look up at her in childlike wonder and innocent love. She is your everything. Your super hero, your mentor, your example, your comfort, love, encouragement and strength~

your whole world.

When you grow up you want to be just like her.

I watch you unashamedly hold her hand. Your precious little face looking up at her as you share your thoughts and dreams.

She is your very best friend.

And I don’t want it to end.

Someday when you read this, you will be a grown woman. Your views on life will change. You may not look at your mama in the same way.

And it will hurt her,
more than you could ever realize~

until you have a child of your own.

I wish I could wrap this very moment up in a box and one day ask you to open it and let every memory flood over your heart like warm beams of sunshine.

And bring you back.

And help you remember the love of a little girl for her mama.

I don’t want that to ever change.

But it will.

I see you turn the corner and walk out of sight. Still chatting happily. Not a care in the world. No worry over what others will think. Proud to be walking hand in hand to school with your very best friend.

And I want you to remember.

Because that was my Jessica.
That was my Andrea.
That was my Michael &
that was my Kathryn.

Don’t ever forget.

Because she never will.