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“Best day ever,” I say as I get out of the vehicle “Come here”

She is bearab my phone and hold it as far out as I can, then snap a picture of my wife, myself, and the place I hope will honor Momma’s memory

“Love you, little momma”

“Love you, Morrison Caldwell”

A Letter To My Daughter

No two stories are the saiveness is universal

This is

I found good in a world of bad

A letter to hter

My Wish For You

My Dearest Marisa,

If you’re reading this, you are growing up h all moms feel that way I married Morrison today, and when the ti and steals your heart, I plan to share this with you

I loved you before I held you No one will ever know the depth of my love for you No one will ever share the bond we have For you, my Ris Priss, are the only one who knohat my heart sounds like frohter

Today, we becaive you everything I never had growing up Today, I made a commitment to Morrison to love him until death do us part I also rows and ages

Love is a verb It is an action Love is also an e Love is patient Love is kind Love is unconditional

Morrison has shown us both love He has given us both so ined ooduntil I had you, nant, ed for the better

Before you, I simply existed I did what I was told without question and without fail I had no choices Those were taken froirl, no matter what, you have a choice As your aunt Livi always says, Consent Is Fucking Required You’re older now, but leave out the “fucking” for your dear mom, please

You are , Ris Priss You are my princess

Morrison is a good man He’s the kind of man I hope you one day find for yourself, the kind of man who shows you he loves you with his actions, not just his words He is the kind ofa woman space to find herself if necessary He is the kind of man who knohen to take the lead and when to fall back and allow e my own path

Life doesn’t deal us a hand of all aces, but a man like Morrison Caldwell is all aces, no matter what the cards display