Little SideNote:

My Hope is here, my daughter Emily is here, that is something beautiful to ponder on when I can't be physically next to her at this time. But my baby is here. That is big. She is living proof that we are loved and I am loved beyond all measures. She calls to wish me a happy mothers day and out of my frustration, I focused on my motherly side and I somehow tell her I don't need a happy mother's day, I need you in my life. Reminded me of the time I once told my psychotherapist, I don't want to see a picture of you, I want to see you! It was in the same anger and frustration that I spoke to my daughter over the phone. I don't mean it in a bad way nor meant it to hurt her feelings if anything, I'm sure she understands my anger for not being able to be around her. Anyway, Today I listend to a song that says Hope is here, and I realize, my daughter once selfharmed and I am so glad she is here. And although it hurts like hellish to be physically separated from her and hard to reach over the phone. I know I am happy to have here on Earth with me across the social distance. And that is our hope, she is our hope, I do love my child Emily. Always have and always will. She's my sweetheart. Once for mothers day on another occassion, she creates a wonderful mothers day victorian meal for me and her grandmother Rachel and we all sat around the table to enjoy her beautiful presentation. We even took pictures and I uploaded on Facebook in my family group right before I took it down as a result of covid19. Yeah, I think Facebook was taking all of my personal family private group pictures and I had to delete the group for cyber-safety and precaution reasons. Anyway, I have hope, my blessing. Love you Emily Denise Rosa.