Hi, doll.
For some reason, I thought of this song when I had to cut off our conversation tonight.
Of course, there are chickens, so, you being two and all, might remember it the same way. After all, all the books you shouldn’t read are on Aunt Amy’s shelves. I told your cousins, but they refuse to believe their Mom has ever read anything scandalous, much less wrote all her senior year papers on, well, “taboo” topics.
I miss you, Edie, even though you’re too old to fall asleep in my arms.
You were supposed to have already come to visit, and I was supposed to come see you. I miss my little stinker.
I hope, if you do move, that you spend hours wandering the cemetery across the street from your house, because it’s AMAZING (and I haven’t even been there…yet).
Here’s my other song for you, tonight. I love you:
My Seedy Affair 