dear hank (three days before your wedding),

a daughter for me!!!

last night

you slept in the

loft

your twin-bed-that-papa-made

arm’s length from

your

brother

but

when you come next

you’ll be

married, hankandblair,

sleeping in the

guest

room

and

this adulthood of yours -

owning a vacuum

applying for seminary

asking for my sweet tea recipe -

i am

shocked and proud and overjoyed

all at once

but mostly

i am assured

that whether you

dwell

with dad and me on the mountain

or

with blair on moorcroft way

you are always

in the shadow of the most high

and

that

is a parent's

peace

love, mom

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