Dear Ella Numera Dos,
I understand you wish to be independent. Perhaps that's why you call so infrequently.
I understand you're a busy, busy college student. And that's why I don't hear from you as much as I used to.
I understand that you're not your Sister & that you're more like your Dad. Scandinavians are inner-self dwellers & emote infrequently. I get that, even though my kin hails from the Mediterannean & yacks all the time.
I understand that you're upset with your shoulder, that you wish you could get back in the pool, that Conference is coming up & you'll be on the deck managing & not making waves in the finals. I also hope this frustration isn't because I wanted you to swim, but because you want to be there your own self.
I understand that friends can't always be friends. That sometimes you just have to step away, and let them take the path they've chosen for themselves.
But I know a few things, too.
I know that you're a sweet, loving kid, even when you don't always show it.
I know that you're a talented, gifted artist. I see it every time you pick up a camera.
I know that you're a good friend & that you'll always be there for your amigos, even though they're not always there for you.
I know that you're a smarty pants & think you know everything. You get that from me. And you're right about that.
I know that I love you, even when you don't call. But I wish you would. Even just to say "Hi."
Oh, and a couple of other things.
I thought of you yesterday when I went for my walk, Outkast blaring "Hey Ya!" from my iPod. I think that's from your playlist, correctamundo? And I know you would've been pretty freaked out when I started Shakin' Like a Polaroid Picture, right out there, in public.
I save all your text messages. The ones that say "I Love You." I almost murdilized the Verizon Guy when I switched phones & he erased your text from the Spice Girls Concert. "I Love You Mama," was what it said, I think.
I wince quite a bit when you get a tatoo, but I understand why.
I just know you'll make it big someday, in anything you do. Dad & I are behind you, one hundred & ten percent!
I've been feeding Patchy a little extra every day. And guarding her dish, so Pepper won't get any fatter than she already is.
Just thought you should know that I love you more than words could ever say,
PS: I renewed your Netflix account yesterday. Thought that would make you smile.