My dearest Mama,
I wanted to make you something you could return to. A little place where, for a moment, you could see yourself the way I see you.
Your eyes are perfect to me. Your smile is beautiful. And your personality? Perfect, perfect. I know I’ve said it simply. I mean it completely.
When I say I love you, I mean you—the whole person behind those eyes and that smile. I want to listen to you, understand you, and keep learning who you are.
There is so much feeling behind those three little words. I hope you can feel some of it here.
I love you, Mama.
With love, me.