A Love Letter To My Children

All my growning years I had prayed for a boy and a girl. Foolish thoughts of a teenage girl. Castles that all girls build. God and life did not disappoint me. I had you as I so desired. A boy to fight all the demons when he's grown and conquer the kingdoms again for his Queen Mother and rescue his sister from the wicked knights. And my son you've turned out to be the most polite, kind-hearted, well-read, musically-inclined, handsome and intelligent man. A man I am proud to call my own. Gallant in any battle his sister has to wage, helps fight her demons. Rises above pettiness and has conquered so many battles life has thrown at him. A daughter so beautiful, I always stop to stare at God's creation. I wanted my daughter born second so the sexist in me could have an older brother to look after her. You to me sing beautifully like the birds, you paint like God intended and have grown to be a woman. Am asked often by acquaintences how you both remember your P's and Q's. My chest fills with pride. You'll have handled crises with far better maturity than I have taught you. I believe it's the daily prayer that keeps you'll strengthened. Thank you for never forgetting the one of many lessons I have taught you'll, is to always sign off a conversation or the end of the day with an "I Love You"