I find myself worrying for you. But I know you are with me, whispering to me, helping me make choices and changes to become more like you. I have faith in you. To bring forth all of the wonderful things I seek, and want.
I hope you have a wonderful lover and perhaps a perfect little moon-baby. Maybe a few! You picked out a really amazing lover, huh? Someone who takes polaroids because he knows you love them. And lets you decorate the apartment because it makes you so SO happy. I hope you don’t make a big deal about things, at least not for a very long time. And remember to go run if you want to use strong words…
Remember that everything is just an experience. And never forget to LOVE, okay? Please stay innocent, loving and beautiful. I get worried about how taxing our world can be on my sensitive self- just always be light. Always. You got that?
I hope you stay strong in boot camp. I wish you are a crazy, kick-ass, ninja, rock-star when you go. That you combat those head games with steely eyes and be a bad-ass who doesn’t cry like I am when people normally yell at me.
I hope you still do yoga, have gotten better about mailing out letters- and have stayed diligent about keeping in contact with your old, dear friends- even when you make hundreds more.
I wish you stay soft, and supple; ever-adapting like I always have.
Please remember all of the love your mother has taught you to share. Remember how giving and loving she is, remember the beauty of being able to stay and visit with your family when you were my age. Sharing the bed with your sister and our silly fights over clothes and me being overly-sensitive.
Don’t ever accuse your parents of not doing the best they could, whenever they could. Because they say how proud of me they are all the time. They transformed me into a kind person, be that person when I come to meet you, maybe learn to be kinder, and more giving, listen more too. I am trying to stop talking so much, hopefully it works by the time I meet you.
Pick a good husband to have as a lover. Perhaps never stop referring to him as that? A lover. I am praying that a man is being ripened and grown to meet you. I know he likes board games, and loves to stay in, play them while cuddling on Friday nights. He will go on runs with you and practice yoga. He takes lots and lots of pictures, like he can’t be any prouder to love you, and leaves sweet notes all over the house for you to find.
I’m excited to meet you and hear about all of the fascinating stories I can listen to. You have so many possibilities at your beautifully trimmed fingertips, cherish them, notice them and take advantage.
Love,
The girl you’re named after.

Today’s letter was written by Name: Sierra Twitter: sierra_iola Blog: http://www.sierrasink.com Written From: San Diego