She returned to my life and opened my eyes to what real love should be. I am amazed at her clarity of thought and strength of character to acknowledge her father as a married lesbian. Our time with her this summer has been nothing short of a miracle, at least for me and how my life is connected with hers. We had dinners at home filled with laughter and her stories about her brothers and her uncle. We had discussions about sex and life that I had never expected, and was embarrassed several times that my face became blushingly red. We drank our homemade blackberry wine and ate the local cheeses. Our relationship of parent and child was raised to a whole new level. She asked Kay if she could call her, her step-mother.
I am looking forward to many more visits with my daughter and her boyfriend, its just that it will take a lot more effort and time to see her; she moved from Georgia to Montana. My daughter has told us that we will be expected to visit, and if she has children we will be very involved in their lives. Dearest daughter I wish you much joy and happiness and safety until we meet again.