The Remembrance Book 4
14 Goldfall 1276
I have a few plans for tomorrow, my little one. Preparing a quiet dinner and baking a chocolate cake are the main tasks of the day. Chocolate is considered somewhat of a delicacy here. I promised your papa that he would have cake for his birthing day and cake he will have. He does not care for large celebrations at least not for himself. I'm not sure why, but I suppose it has something to do with wanting some privacy after being among his troops all day and often for days at a time.
A nice quiet ride would do us both some good, I think. We have had much on our minds of late. Above all, we are determined to keep you safe. I am determined that you will be born here. Like most mothers, I want what is best for my children. What is best for you, Bug, is to grow up here where your father is.
If you are a girl, your papa has promised to teach to swear and spit. I think that you should hold him to that! One day you will be able to read this for yourself. I hope you will learn something from these words even if we are not here to teach you. You should know that your father worries that he might not be around to see you grow up. I gave him a journal with an owl on its cover. It is his birth sign among my people. Perhaps, he will record something there for you as I have done here.
The Irish, my child, are a superstitious lot. We believe in things that many do not. Many believe in what they call the Little People, but have never seen one. What some folk do not realize is that some of the wee folk are far from little or wee! This is called faith. The belief in what you have never seen, but believe it to be real. Faith comes in many forms. Faith is what you should have in someone you love. While they cannot solve all things, they give you comfort when you feel as though the rest of the world has let you down. That is the sort of faith that I have in Will.
I am wondering who you will look like. The odds are that you will not have my pointed ears. My dreams say brown eyed blonde boy or brown eyed red haired girl. Time will tell.
Before I forget, I better get off and buy a bottle of Duram. He'll want that, too!
I have a few plans for tomorrow, my little one. Preparing a quiet dinner and baking a chocolate cake are the main tasks of the day. Chocolate is considered somewhat of a delicacy here. I promised your papa that he would have cake for his birthing day and cake he will have. He does not care for large celebrations at least not for himself. I'm not sure why, but I suppose it has something to do with wanting some privacy after being among his troops all day and often for days at a time.
A nice quiet ride would do us both some good, I think. We have had much on our minds of late. Above all, we are determined to keep you safe. I am determined that you will be born here. Like most mothers, I want what is best for my children. What is best for you, Bug, is to grow up here where your father is.
If you are a girl, your papa has promised to teach to swear and spit. I think that you should hold him to that! One day you will be able to read this for yourself. I hope you will learn something from these words even if we are not here to teach you. You should know that your father worries that he might not be around to see you grow up. I gave him a journal with an owl on its cover. It is his birth sign among my people. Perhaps, he will record something there for you as I have done here.
The Irish, my child, are a superstitious lot. We believe in things that many do not. Many believe in what they call the Little People, but have never seen one. What some folk do not realize is that some of the wee folk are far from little or wee! This is called faith. The belief in what you have never seen, but believe it to be real. Faith comes in many forms. Faith is what you should have in someone you love. While they cannot solve all things, they give you comfort when you feel as though the rest of the world has let you down. That is the sort of faith that I have in Will.
I am wondering who you will look like. The odds are that you will not have my pointed ears. My dreams say brown eyed blonde boy or brown eyed red haired girl. Time will tell.
Before I forget, I better get off and buy a bottle of Duram. He'll want that, too!