(this is a letter to my daughter)

Dear Rachael,

I'm writing this to you in 2020. It's probably 2040 when you're reading this. Your 29 years old now. Grown up and a full grown woman. Damn. That's weird for me to say. Currently you play with toys, draw and want to sleep in your tent with all of your snuggles. You proably want to buy the new pair of jeans or shoes right now. Or maybe you still like me and like to splurge on a board game. Or that new novel everyone is talking about. Or your not. And if your...