I was going through some drawers the other day and among piles of documents, receipts and bills, I found this:
I love looking at your colorful pictures. You're so small and so pretty! How I adore you. There are times you're not in a good mood, but I can be a pain sometimes too. I love being silly with you and hearing your laughter. I love being your clown.
If I could I would plant a seed on the ground just to grow a tree full of tiny and colorful Vivianas. You're my butterfly, my lullaby, my story, my fairy, my princess, my sweet and loving daughter.
Mom - July 2nd, 1985