Thank you
Ugh. Ginny Weasley Potter sat in front of her dressing mirror and noticed spit up on her right shoulder. Four month old Sirius James Potter had left remnants of his early bottle feeding once again. I feel like a baby factory, she thought to her self. How did Mum ever do this?
Turning to face the bed she glimpsed at her sleeping husband. Sometimes, even now, she had to pinch herself to believe that Harry loved her. It hadn't seemed possible all those years ago. Now here they were married seven years with three small children.
Ginny turned and walked down the hallway to check on these children one more time before turning in. She arrived at four-year-old Ronald Arthur Potter's room first. He was very much like his namesakes. A little neurotic, very loving and fiercely loyal. Nothing could touch his brother or sister without his consent. She gave a small sigh as she tucked the blankets around his small shoulders. The shocking red hair the little boy possessed was currently sticking out in every direction.
Ginny then found herself in her two-year-old daughter's room. Lily Hermione Potter. Praise Merlin this child was a whirlwind. She was the spitting image of her father, right down to her grandmothers green eyes. Ginny's thoughts turned to her deceased mother-in-law once again. Returning to her bedroom she spotted the quill and parchment on the desk in the corner of the room. She crossed and sat, pausing to breathe, and began.
Dearest Lily –
I have sat down to write this letter so many times, knowing full well it will never reach where you are. But I feel I must write this down somewhere. Every time I look at my husband, your son, I want to know that you were blessed with him, as am I. He is the miracle that happened to you and luckily enough to me also. Some nights I lie awake and wonder what in this world I did to deserve his love, loyalty and gratitude. Know this my friend, for I feel we would have been friends. Know this, he knows how to love. Unconditionally, wholly and without restraint. Knowing your son and your friends as I do, I feel this would have been one of your concerns. Know that they did a wonderful job with him. Your absence was acute at times. As was James'. But you lived on through Sirius, Remus, Professor Dumbledore and anyone who came in contact with the love you two possessed. He felt it. When someone passes along a tale of the marauders and Lily – he closes his eyes and he is there. You have never left, really. Thank you for these gifts.
We have three wonderful children and a good life, most days. The darkness is still there, as I'm sure it will always be. And I hope that my children will never have to fight as I fought beside Harry, Ron and Hermione. We have lost so many good people. My brother Percy, Hagrid, Dumbledore and Sirius. He is with you now. And hopefully, at peace. We loved him, yes even me. Please look after Percy. Our bigheaded boy might be a little lost. So please look after him.
So many days I have thought of you and James. But mostly you, especially the days the children arrived. Oh, those blessed events where your absence was felt. I wished you had sat at my side and told me how much little Lily looks like her father, or baby Sirius would outgrow his sleepless nights, or little Ron would be fine with his siblings. On our wedding day I felt you there. In the room where Mum, Hermione and I got ready. They left me alone for a minute before hand, I felt you there. Thank you.
On this blessed mothers day – know you were loved and still are. Thank you so much for my mother's day gift. My life would have never been the same without him or them.
Love, Ginny
She sealed the parchment and laid it aside. Suddenly the fatigue hit her. Crawling into bed she snuggled next to her husband. Harry rolled over and whispered in her ear "Mum says your welcome".