My oldest daughter,
When you were small you would easily reach for my hand, and I would gladly reach back, how sweet and comfy. As you grew, you needed my hand less, and less, until you NEEDED to let go. But i wasn’t ready to.
So, now you are a young vibrant young LADY, and don’t NEED to hold my hand anymore.
However, just remember, when you WANT TO HOLD IT, it is always here, always ready.
I LOVE YOU!