Wishing Well
DearAvie

Wishing Well

Dear Avie, Thank you for…

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Washing Away
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Washing Away

Dear Me, Water cleanses. Washing…

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Becoming
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Becoming

Dear Me, What do you…

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Ten Years
DearAvie

Ten Years

Dear Me, You were twenty…

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When We Touch
DearAvie

When We Touch

Dear Future Lover, I feel…

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I Owe it All to You
DearAvie

I Owe it All to You

Dear Me, Dear God, Dear…

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The Need to Heal

Dear Avie, What would happen if we loved ourselves as much as we love others? We are always complimenting other people. Always striving to have what others have. What would happen if we started complimenting, and loving ourselves more? If we loved ourselves we could heal ourselves. Don’t we all need healing? I know I do. Xoxo- Mommy

Borrowed Wings

Dear Avie, Won’t you come help open up my eyes? Please help me lift up these heavy eyelids, while I search for your light in the new day. Life is a beautiful gift that can be taken away in just a blink of an eye. I have to continue to try to live on without you. Letting regrets be a thing of the past while I continue to live in the now. Holding on to…

Just One Look

Dear Avie, Please continue to look down on Daddy and his parents, Grandma and Grandad. My parents Grammie and Poppa love you too. Continue to pour down your love for them from up above. Our family and friends, they love and miss you too. I know you’re putting your hands on all of us for healing. You can heal anyone with just one look. I know you healed me. Xoxo- Mommy

Trailing Behind the Good

Dear Avie, I’ve now grown accustomed to the bad things always trailing right behind the good. Waiting for its opportunity to present itself The good times we had were going so good. You were happy and healthy and ever so sweet. That was when the bad came in, sweeping you up and away from me. Away you are now forever from my arms reach. Xoxo- Mommy

Return to Me

Dear Avie, Good morning my love. I’ll write to you at any time of the day. I’ll write to you when this pen and paper calls out my name. I know that you’re looking down on us from heaven. I wish that I could reach out and touch your little fingers with my hand. Your skin is so soft like the white sands. I woke up in the mornings to your sweet face. My days…

Treading the Water

Dear Avie, I woke up to your journal calling my name. It calls out for me like I call out for you. It yearns for its pages to be written on. Yearning like I yearn for you. We can’t change what has happened in the past. We have to live in the now. Our choices will affect our future. We have to keep riding the wave of life that keeps pulling and pushing us. Treading…