letters for later

Eliza,

Right now you are with your mom. I wish there were a way for me to tell you how much I miss you while you are away without making you feel guilty for being with your actual mom. I wish I could erase these pangs of jealousy at the place she will always have in your heart. A place I will always be second to. I would give anything to have known you as an infant. I know that your mom drinks soy milk without you telling me every time we go to the grocery store. I know that she makes the best french toast you've ever tasted, without you telling me every time I make it. I know she can run all day, and in the rain, and in the snow. Maybe you just feel the need to reassure me that I'm not your mom. Or maybe you just love her so much you want me to share in knowing her too. I hope that I never make you feel that you shouldn't tell me these things or that you shouldn't put your mom above me. That's life. She's your mom and she's a beautiful mom. It just doesn't make the green-eyed monster always go away.