My Alora

Alora... my daughter. Can you hear me? Even with the miles between us, I need you to know something. My love for you doesn’t get smaller with distance. It gets deeper. It gets quieter. It gets into my prayers at 2am when I just whisper your name... _Alora._ And I ask that you’re safe. That you’re laughing. That you’re brave. I think about you in the little things. The way the sun hits the window... and I wonder if it’s hitting you too. The way a song plays... and I think, “She’d like this.” You are my past, in all the memories I hold. You are my future, in all the days I’m dreaming of. You are my now... because you never leave my heart. So baby girl, listen: You are carried. You are covered. You are chosen. You are mine. And I am yours. Today. Tomorrow. Always. Until I can hold you and say this to your face let these words be my arms around you. I love you, Alora.