Dear Ms. Feverfew-
I just wanted to reassure you (and myself) that my silence over the past couple of weeks isn’t from a lack of things to say. Trust me on that one. Certainly, the silence isn’t from a lack of having time to write to you either. That I have in spades…at least for the next 4 weeks and 4 days until this baby is born. Since I am on bedrest, all I have right now is time – time and my thoughts and therein lies the rub.
When pressed for time, I am usually able to dash off something pithy, articulate, and insightful. However, now that I have all the time a girl could want, I find myself unable to put my thoughts onto the page. But this little Penelope Rose is pressing me, pushing me, pummeling me from the inside both literally and metaphysically. She is pushing the boundaries of my growth, my healing, my ability to rely on grace. Her not-so-gentle roiling and rolling inside of me is a constant reminder of you and that she is not my first daughter.
So I just wanted you to know, that even though I am not writing as frequently, I think of you all the time. Maybe if I just start writing again, my thought will sort them selves out…