Welcome to part three of love letters!

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May 29th 1832

Well, you're over a year now and…what can I say?

First of all, I just want to tell you about these notes.

I'm writing these little letters to you, and calling them Love Letters to Remember. I'll give them to you someday when you're older. Married, or perhaps having kids of your own. I can only pray that these letters will help you get through whatever is going on in your life. Remembering the past and learning from every little mistake will make the future all that much easier to get through. And, of course, it'll help you remember dear ol' Mum and how much she loves you.

So the past year has been long and tough, still figuring out everything that goes with having someone who needs me. From figuring out how to get you to sleep every night, to finding out how and what to feed you, to getting to know what kind of toys you like and what your favorite things are. You turned a year a couple weeks ago and I still feel that there's an infinite amount of things to learn about you!

Well…you love to sleep! I can say that much! I will try to get you up out of your cradle to eat or play and you'll wake up for a bit, only to fall back asleep in your highchair, you silly little thing!

You make me smile everyday I spend with you.

Perfect little baby you are. So quiet and good. And loving. I can already tell that you have such a big heart! I see it in your shining blue eyes. Or the smile you have on your face every time I sing to you. Such great love in your heart.

Oh…oh, of course. As soon as I pick up this journal and pen to write to you, you wake up and start to cry…which is strange. Cause you're not one for waking up in the middle of the day - or crying, for that matter!

Actually lately, I think you've been having some sorts of nightmares. Hm… I'm sorry. I hope you don't remember them when you wake up.

Here…I'll be back in two shakes - I should go check on you…

Alright, there there - now that I've got you calmed and bouncing on my knee… there we go. Back to your quiet self!

Oh, look at that wonderful curly auburn hair of yours, love. I run my fingers through it. Quite a head of hair for being only a year! How jealous I am! I've always wanted my hair that shiny red-brown color of yours.

Oh, I see your sea blue eyes are spying my pen!

Now stop silly.. Stop grabbing for the pen! Not your toy! Haha, alright - on the floor with you - here, your favorite doll will be much easier to have fun with. Go cuddle her instead of mussing up Mummy's writings.

Goodness you make me laugh!

Alright, sorry now. Where was I?

Let us go on. What kind of things should I jot down about you before this old mind forgets?

Well…you were born in London, England, on May 11th 1831 at 3:01 AM. It was a warm day, and I remember just being relieved that you weren't born when you were due in June. It'd be even more scorching hot then!

The moment after you were born and I got to hold you and see you for the first time - your father was right there besides us, with stars in his big brown eyes! And as breathless and awe-stuck as he was, (as we both were!) he managed to still his shaking hands and hold you. And that's the moment, just the three of us, that I cherish most. Your father just had this…look…as if he had suddenly gotten everything he's ever wanted.

Ella - all we ever wanted - all wrapped up in a little pink blanket, finally here to truly love, and begin her life with her Mother and Father.

There we sat for hours, it seemed….not moving…not thinking…not hardly breathing. The three of us together, your father and I just staring at you as though if we looked away, you'd somehow disappear!

He loved you very much, my love.

"My pet" he used to call you. And beg to hold you, but I couldn't let him because I just couldn't take my eyes off of you myself! Selfish maybe, but it's true.

Such a wonderful first few months the three of us had together. The first week, we had such a large amount of visitors just wanting to catch a glimpse of you, love! I kept saying, "I need time with my little Ella alone!" but the friends and relatives seemed to never cease! Didn't seem to stop us from growing closer though.

Your father said that in the months after you were born, I seemed to have a little extra spring in my step. He said that I seemed to sing more and smile more. I hardly noticed, but I suppose it's true!

And even when I settled into that sense that I couldn't do it - I simply couldn't take care of you and love you enough what you deserved. I wasn't good enough. I wasn't fit to be a mum - I remember what your father told me once. "Unconditional love, Nellie. Love no matter what. Always be the light in a dark world. Always be the place for refuge, no matter what she's done. That's all that we need to know to be her mum - unconditional love." I memorized his words. The way his lips moved. The way his brown hair shined in the light that bright day. He was…is…a wise one, your father is. Always knew what to say, what to do to make me smile again.

We spent so many days strolling through the market with you sleeping in your little carriage. I remember once that we were both looking down at you, so peaceful, so mesmerizing, that we nearly crashed into a cabbage stand! The stand owner wasn't very joyful, but the two of us had a good laugh for many days after that event.

I miss those times so. The fragrance and warmth of spring brings me back to our market strolling dates. I get a hint of your fathers face whenever we're outside on the beach nowadays. It's a good way to keep him alive in my mind, I suppose.

It hurts to know that you won't even recall him when you're grown. Well…you might a little. Perhaps you'll see his nose or smile when you look in the mirror. Or perhaps sometimes you shall hear his voice late at night and wonder whose whispering to you in your dreams. Just perhaps.

He loved you very much, love. It is a true and utter pity that he isn't here with us now - to love and comfort us…to hold your hand through your first steps…to watch and help you grow. Cause thanks to that bugger of a judge (which I doubt you could even call him - more like serpent), your wide-eyed father was sent away.

My husband - your father….it was truly horrible…but lets try not to think of him suffering and try to continue to remember the big, gorgeous, eyes and always smiling face of your father, the barber.

You won't remember the day he was taken. At least, I pray you don't. That day there was so much confusion, so much crying. The world turning either too quickly or too slowly made all of us dizzy. I hate to recall that day, even now, after so much time has gone by.

So…we, just us two, moved here. To this sweet little sea-side cottage. 681 Sunrise Street. Kind of a tacky name…ha. But true to it's word, the sunrises over the sea always take my breath away.

London seemed to simply bring back too much of your father to me…I don't want to forget him, simply forget what happened to him. I know he's not coming back. Sorry love, but I know he won't last long in that prison. Goodness, why am I even telling you such things? Like I said before, I don't want to remember him suffering in a scorching hot cell, apprehensive over being wrongly accused, I want to think of him holding you on that wonderful day that you were born.

He loved you, never doubt that for even a moment.

My my! I've gotten ahead of myself, eh? Sorry love, in fact, you probably already know, but your gentle, adoring, compassionate, charming father's name was Benjamin.

Benjamin Lovett.

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