You are 7. You’ll be 8 in a few months. Can I tell you how much I love you again? I know..you know but somehow it’s something I have to do over and over again.
Tonight as we drove your brother back to school you spotted someone. I never saw her. You said “that poor lady can we please give her my blanket?” I didn’t see her your brother didn’t either but you did. I told you as soon as we got Ian settled we’d come back the same way.
An hour later as we were driving back you were worried I took a different route. It was too dark for you to recognize where we were but I assured you we were going towards the direction you requested. You pointed to a bench. It had box on it as well as a dirty quilt and next to that an old shopping cart full of someone’s belongings. She was not there, this woman you spotted but you insisted we leave her your favorite blanket. I let you walk out of the car and watched as you placed it gently next to her other things. Dear Isabella. I’m so in awe of you and your heart which never lets anyone go unnoticed or unloved.
I love you my girl. My little Bubbi.