03/04/2026
Dear Piglet,
There are days,
I know,
when the world feels
much too large—
like a storybook
with pages
too wide to turn
and words
too heavy to hold.
And you,
small as a teacup,
might wonder
where you fit
in all that space.
But listen closely.
You fit right here—
in the hush
between heartbeats,
in the warmth
of a friend’s hand,
in the quiet courage
of simply showing up.
You don’t have to be bold.
You don’t have to be confident.
You just have to be
exactly
your small, wonderful self.
Because love, Piglet,
isn’t measured
in inches or applause.
It’s measured
in how gently you ask,
"Are you okay?"
and in how bravely
you stay,
even when your knees
shake.
It’s measured
in the way the world softens
around someone like you.
Uncertain, but willing.
Heart full of care.
So if the sky
looks too big today
If the trees stretch up
like question marks
come sit beside me.
We’ll listen
to the leaves,
and let them remind us—
you don't have to know
where you're going to land
only that the ground
will catch you.
Remember
even the tiniest acorn
knows how to become an oak.
All it has to be is itself.
Love,
Me
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