Dear Olivia,
Your artistic mind is rolling with new ideas every single day about the world around you. Last week we were driving and listening to Rachnominov. The particular instrumental was a melancholy one. You identified that all by yourself. You told me how sad the song sounded and you wondered why. Your dad gave you a story about the composer's homeland, and you feasted on his words. He told you how he came from a difficult place one of which they didn't always have enough food. You in your kindness and servitide automatically explained that you wanted to help them and send food and clothing their way.
How I wish I could be more like you. Thank you for the reminder of Christlike love.
Love,
Your Mama.
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
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