Kick back in my step, smile on my face, and confidence back in my voice. Yeah...yeah, I can do that.
That was one of the best conversations I've had in a long time.
Thank you, Daddy.
I miss you all. A lot. And it sneaks up on me, making tears leak out of my eyes, no matter how much blinking and fanning I do. I'm not above crying in a bathroom stall, and I'm trying not to strain beneath the weight of my own criticism. I am happy for the new smiles, the new languages, the new grace...it's the old smiles and familiar tones and worn in, comfortable grace that are reminding me of who I am right now, that are whispering to me even if I think the air is silent. I find power in knowing you are there, and you know me for who I am. And love me so.
Even if I forget to give you a spoon.
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Kelly,
I enjoyed our conversation late last night. I know in my heart that you are going to enjoy your New York experience...that you will grow immensely as a person...that you will continue to reach for the stars...that you fulfill your dreams...that you will continue to develop a confidence in yourself and your abilities that will serve you well for the rest of your life. We are proud of you for taking this leap and understand how difficult a fresh start in a new place like New York can be. We have all been homesick for familiarity, family and friends. It can be a lonely feeling regardless of how strong a person thinks they are. YOU WILL DO GREAT...have a wonderful day and we will talk again soon.
Love you,
Dad
monkeeeeey....i miss you and love. hope everything is going great. give me a call soon dahlin.
-matt
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