10/06/2026
My dearest Myla, Mymy… my lovebug.
I wish I had the opportunity to tell you how much I love you, and what it feels like to have not seen you for 2,470 days.
Today you would be 15.
I wonder who you would be today, what would make you laugh, what you would love, and what you would dream about. More than anything, I wonder what it would feel like to wrap both of my arms around you again and simply not let go.
This picture of us in the Bahamas means so much to me. It was a place where we grew together as a family, and looking at us now, I see the two of us holding onto each other with both hands—as if somehow we already knew we would never let go.
And we never did.
You are still part of everything we do. We speak your name, tell your stories, look for your leaves, and honor you every single day. And through Myla’s Beleaf, your short, but grand life, is having an impact far greater than I ever could have imagined. You are still helping people, still bringing hope, and still changing lives.
This is my promise to you: I will remember you. I will honor you. And I will never let this world forget that you were here.
2,470 days without seeing you, but not one single day without loving you.
Both hands. Both arms. My whole heart. Forever.
Happy 15th heavenly birthday, my Mymy.
Until we see eachother again.
Mommy.
