Dearest Bea,

Do you remember when I took you to Santa Monica Pier?  There was this carnival booth with stuffed toys to win. You wanted one.  I remember, you had to aim water into a little hole consistently in order to win.  I told you I could do this…and I did.  You chose the stuffed animal you wanted.  I was so proud I could do that for you.

Last night, I had a dream about you.  We were at a carnival holding hands.

You were very little, like 3-5 years old.  I always loved it when you put your hand in mine.  And especially when you’d trace my nails with your fingers.  Someday, you’ll get long nails too, Bea.  But in the meantime, remember that I’m still holding your hand.  I love you so much, sweetheart. Here’s a hug to keep you going…

Love, to the Eiffel Tower and Back,

Prudence xxoo