The woods are lovely dark and deep, but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep. Emily, I hear your voice in the hooting of an owl. I feel you with the snap of cold in my nose or the warm breeze through my hair. I test you every time I eat dirt cake. But my eyes yern to meet yours and my arms hurt to hold you once again. Every day I do the dance around the hole in my heart. Somedays are better than others, but no matter what I know you are here with me. I love you my beautiful, special, wonderful daughter. Forever and ever, no matter how many miles I have to go before I sleep. Your Mommy