Write love letters to my daughter, save them, and give them to her when she is 15 and thinks she hates me

Little Bug,

My darling. Tonight you had trouble falling asleep, like Mommy, so I went into your room to rub your feet. These feet I would know in a crowd of a thousand children. This always calms you and soon you grew still. As I trailed my fingers softly underneath, I felt the thickening of skin, the slightly roughened heel, and I thought about how you are already becoming travelled and being marked by your world. I like to call you my girl, but you are your own girl, and one day soon you’ll know it, and I hope those precious feet don’t lead you too far away from me.

Love,
Mommy