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a letter

for isabelle to read when she is older -

This is a letter for you; events that took place over the course of a few days that you and I spent together. August 28th, 2006, you were about 13 months old or so, and just delicious. We went home to see your grandpa, my dad. I had not taken full care of a baby since years and years. But there we were, and I'm like trying to figure out again how to administer your tylenol without choking you to death in the process. And I have to remember you get hungry more often than I would, and that your food has to be cut smaller than the size of your trachea so you don't choke to death. Also your diaper filled up quick because you drank lots of liquids constantly like your daddy. I want you to know how much I held you close to me and said I love you over and again. For two days in Eden with grandpa, the three of us visited and had so much fun. Dad and I were in awe of your intelligence and also that you were so funny. You liked to whisper words only you can understand and make faces you watch adults make. At night, you slapped and punched me and woke up for your bottle at least once. You were so hot natured, so everytime I thought you might be cold, you would kick the blankets off like you were kung fu or something. I also should say that we have many relatives in Eden, once the word was out that you were in town, like 10 people showed up. At first you were ok with company, then after a while, you got up in my lap and refused to be cuddled and kissed anymore. But all this ends up just being facts, maybe, but to me, it will be the most precious days because I formed a tight bond with you. And wherever you end up in life, I want you to know I love you so incredibly much. And that I watched you sleep with tears in my eyes, and said I love you over and again. You'll have that forever.

love aunt.

"A letter has always seemed to me like immortality." -- Emily Dickinson

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