Right now you are in the hospital. Your daddy and I are here with you. I've kissed your head a thousand times. I've nestled my lips into the bottoms of your sweet "rosy toesies." I've said "I love you" so many times they are the only words I have left. They are the only words that are important.
I'm sorry, Margot. I'm sorry for everything that's ever hurt you and I'm sorry for all the things you won't get to see with me.
You are perfect. Such a good little dancer and singer and sleeper and eater. You love the piano so much. Your first steps were the cutest first steps.
There is no daughter in the world that is more delightful and full of sweet sunshine.
I'm writing to tell you goodbye. And I don't want to. It's not the way it's supposed to be, but I can't change it or fix it and god knows the whole world has gathered around you to try.
So Mommy is doing her best.
I love you Sweet Margot. Be happy.