Dear little girl, You were exactly seven months old on the 17th of March, and I love you.
Here’s the longer version of the card I gave you.
She slowly turns her face towards the window, and I catch a glimpse of her profile. Beautiful, definitely. Familiar, very.
The greatest battles that I have ever fought are the issues of my heart: I fall in love easily, stay in love far longer than I should, and get heartbroken more deeply than anyone knows.