Dreams and Dragons

Pixar and Almond Milk

Dear Margaret,
The brevity of our time here on Earth has been much on my mind lately. Days are too quickly and freely spent. Night comes and I wonder if I gave you anything new, if I helped you to discover anything worthwhile that day. Too often I have not. There is wonder and awe bottled up inside your mama just waiting to be poured into you. I want you to see a world inhabited by fairies and the magic of the written word. It is the world in which I mean to raise you. Today there was no wonder and I am sorry. We spent the day inside. I was tired. You were grumpy. Monsters Inc was on loop. Totally pedestrian.
Margaret, there will be as few of these days as I can manage. Life is short and absolutely bursting with goodness. We were created by the same hands that shaped the stars. You were thought of by the same mind that controls the atom and lit the morning sky. Who am I to keep such a beautiful creation inside, idle and ignorant? Margaret, we have so much to do! There are mountains to climb and shadows to light. We have dreams and dragons to hunt.
I promise I won't forget again.
Love, Mama