Today, someone unexpected mentioned they'd read a few of my Dear Molly letters over the summer. It was a lovely reminder of the joy that comes from writing to you in this way. I do it for both of us - for me, and for you - and I’ve always shared these letters for anyone who cares to read them. I write to capture time, to preserve moments and emotions that might otherwise drift away, trailing a string, a lost balloon. I usually wait for the universe to nudge me, to know when it's time to write again.
October is our favourite month, a time that feels like a spiritual connection between us. Perhaps it’s because your birth month holds special meaning for both of us, but I think it runs deeper than that. There's a profound synchronicity between our happiness, our sense of well-being, and the arrival of autumn. We both feel it, and whether it's something learned, mirrored, or naturally woven into us, it doesn’t matter. We both love October - our month of golden light, crisp air, and a quiet, healing beauty.
This October, in 2024, feels like a time of transition for you. You are finding your place in senior school, balancing friendships, academic life, theatre, army cadets, and family - all the pillars that support you. We’re here, quietly guiding you as you arrange them to build the strongest foundation for your growth. Your dedication and work ethic are admirable, and you embrace every opportunity for enrichment. Watching you unfold is a joy.
Trust your instincts, go with your heart, work as hard as you can, be kind to yourself, treasure space, and always just go for it, whatever it might be. Let the ballon go if you need to.
"With you I'd dance in a storm in my best dress, fearless." - Taylor Swift, Fearless
I love you poppet.
