Letter (and parcel) For Angelo
Dec. 25th, 2003 08:41 amAngelo,
So you'll never be cold again.
I know sometimes you wonder. I know because I recognise the look. I'm sorry I'm not very good with words, but here I am, trying my best.
I love you.
I love the way you light up a room when you enter it. I love the way the kids all fight to sit in your lap. I love how kind, how patient you are, even to those who don't deserve it. I love how worried you get over everything. I love how important your mother is to you. I love how important my family is to you. I love how I fit perfectly I fit in your arms. I love the way you try so hard not to play with your food but always fail when it comes to spaghetti or mashed potatoes. I love how you care so much. I love the way my cheek always finds your shoulder. I love the way you stroke my hair. I love how you wanted to change. I love how you hold my face when you kiss me. I love how you stayed. I love how you were the first thing I saw when I woke up. I love how that's the way I always want it to be.
I love you because you're you.
Paige
The gift is one of her mother's handknitt sweaters, clearly made in his dimensions however, in dark red.