My mom bought me a subscription to Oprah Magazine a few years back as a gift and in the July 2011 issue there is a photo by Richard Foulser that really spoke to me. Along with the photo there was a quote by Marcel Proust.
“Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom”. -Marcel Proust
After searching around I found the below information about the photo that made it even more special but I have been unable to find the original source or the photographer’s website.
“My wife, Ursula, does not like to have her picture taken. I have to snap candid shots of her, like this one from December 2003. It was taken on the beach on our Christmas holiday, and that’s Oona, our daughter, in Ursula’s arms. It captures what I love most about my wife: She’s seriously protective of her kids. Ursula worked through her first pregnancy and after the birth of our son Harvey, but when we got pregnant with Oona, Ursula decided whe wanted to focus full-time on the kids. She’s at her happiest and most relaxed when she’s with them—like in this photo. Here, Oona is front and center. And for some reason she’s wearing socks on the beach! That’s my favorite part of the photo.”
This was the inspiration for a little letter I wrote to my daughter that I wanted to share since I haven’t done any gratitude posts lately. Her age, almost 3, can be very challenging and I find myself losing patience and getting frustrated so it’s nice to take a step back and be thankful.
To everyone out there with a daughter (or son) please give her a hug and appreciate each and every day (no matter how much they can drive you crazy!)
Letter to my Daughter.
I knew from the time you were born that we would be two peas in a pod;
That you came to our lives each day I thank God.
Being a parent over these short years has taught me so much;
Every day I look forward to your gentle touch.
I love spending time with you, it makes my heart sing;
To teach you about life, I take you under my wing.
Seeing the world through your eyes, each bug a delight;
Excitement each day makes everything bright.
Through raising you I have learned patience and strength;
And insight as well hearing your day at length.
The times I get frustrated you maybe can’t see;
That every minute of every day I’m so glad you’re with me.
I look forward to hearing your voice every morning;
That fabulous smile sends my heart soaring.
Though I will be sad when you are grown;
I know that I will never be lone.
For through our lives we’ll always be friends;
And when you’re and adult you’ll come back in the end.
How do I know this? I know this because;
Your nana and I are friends without pause.
We’ve always been close as best friends can be;
Even when you’re grown up you’ll be my sweet pea.
I love you!
Poem by Dawn Hutchins 6-21-2011