Dear Tessa,
Today I walked from your ballet rehearsal all the way back to our van with a shard of glass (or was it a wood sliver?) in my foot. Then I drove home and made you your lunch, because you were very hungry. Only after you were eating and happy did I let Daddy try to get the splinter our of my foot, even though I was limping and my foot was bleeding.
Please don't ever doubt that I love you.
Love,
Mama