Dearest Filasofia Elanora Woodson,

I don't think I'm good enough, I don't think I will ever get to a place where I can confidently say I deserve you.

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Did you mean to be everything I would ever dream for myself? The way you design love for those close to you makes me pitty the mathematicians trying to develop the unthinkable equations.

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I get so overwhelmed that I can feel this great, sober, in love with my child everyday. You are the life of me. 

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With the duty and responsibility I have to you, I am driven to make all your dreams come true and that I can promise you.

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I love you Fila, 

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Mommy.