In this box you will find your birthday present. It was once your mother’s and now it is yours. She used it when the world became too much and she needed an escape. She used it when you were born, you spent the first month of your life there. She used it to make her toughest decisions. If she was here she want to give this to give you this herself, instead I hope you can accept it from me. You become the woman she was and so much more. Every day I’m reminded how lucky I am to call you my little girl, and yes, even as you reach another birthday, you are still my little girl.
I love you,