Friday, January 1, 2010

Dear Michaela,

Happy New Year, baby girl!  My New Year's Eve turned out to be good.  It was pretty quiet.  Robbie and his girlfriend, Courtney, were here.  We watched movies and I had a hard time staying awake because I'd kept myself up most of the night before, but I managed.  Your sister Ariel and her boyfriend were here for a little while just before and after midnight.  I really do feel optimistic about 2010.  I think it will be a good year.

Part of what made my New Year's good was, of course, that my kids were happy.  Well, all but one.  Somewhere between when she left to go to work and when she came home, she became unhappy.  But she will be okay, I know.  She only thinks she is unhappy. 

And you ... well, I've decided you must be happy.  If you weren't happy where you are, you would have found a way to come home.  I know that even though it may be difficult, it would not be impossible.  So either you must be happy here in this world, or you are not in this world and in that case I am sure you are happy.  I'm sure there are flaws in this thinking, just as there have been hidden flaws in my thinking so many times over the last 21 years, but I'll just leave it at that for now. 

So wherever you are, just remember that I love you, every day, always and forever, whether you are with me, or whether you are not.

mom

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