It was a total coincidence today that I read that journal entry from June 2020, where I was talking about my mother’s sweetness. I had not read it since the day I wrote it. There I was—almost exactly two years before I reached out to you—wondering what it would be, if not motherhood, which would make me sweet. I could have never imagined it would be falling in love with someone. However, had someone told me back then that I would fall in love with you if we ever reconnected, I would not have been entirely surprised. I love you and I am so grateful for your sweet, sweet love.