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I'm so excited for Laura's first Thanksgiving! Six months old already...the time is flying by and I'm so grateful for every moment...

[marysnowblanchard]

Hot Chocolate // Snow + Emma

It was about mid-afternoon and just cold enough outside for Snow to justify making herself a cup of hot chocolate. From her high chair next to the table, Laura let out a little shriek of amusement and tossed several Cheerios to the floor as Snow watched her from behind the counter. She shook her head, a smile creeping onto her face, and made a mental note to pick them up later.

"Emma?" Snow called out, knowing her oldest was somewhere in the apartment. She pulled the milk out of the refrigerator and glanced over at the stairs. "Do you want some hot chocolate?"

[marysnowblanchard]

I think I'm going to bake some pumpkin bread tomorrow morning.

It's never too early to start on some fall traditions.

[marysnowblanchard]

Laura's been very chatty today.

She seems to like the sound of her own voice and has been babbling away since she woke up this morning, no matter what we've done. I can't believe how fast she's growing!

[marysnowblanchard]

I'm exhausted.

Something's been going on with me this week and I just feel...not right. I think I might leave Laura with Charming and walk to Granny's for some fresh air and a coffee...

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A Letter to Mother || Snow White

She didn’t understand why she felt so nervous. Hands trembling slightly, Snow placed her cup of tea on the table to her left and slowly lowered herself down to sit in front of the blank piece of paper next to it. A pen rested inches from her right hand and she took it between her fingers, studying it as if it were a faulty magic wand, ready to explode in her hand at any time. She hadn't taken the time to do something like this since just before the curse hit…before Emma was born…before everything changed. Carefully, Snow lowered the tip of the pen to the paper, and started to write.

Dearest Mother,

Almost immediately, she scribbled out those two words, dropped her pen and put her head in her hands. She wasn’t sure she could do this anymore. It wasn’t like it was before, when Snow could write to her mother once or twice a month like she might an old friend, jotting down the latest news from around the castle. Too much time had passed. Too much had gone wrong. Too many things had gone away.

Snow took a deep breath and brushed away the tears that had crept into the corners of her eyes. That was just it, too much time had passed. She couldn’t write to her mother the way she used to. She would, however, still write to her. Grabbing the pen, Snow shook all the formalities out of her head and began again the way her heart was telling her to.

Fifty years. It’s now been fifty years since I last laid eyes on you, Mother, and there isn’t a word in any realm’s language that comes close to describing the pain I felt when I finally realized that. Fifty years since I’ve seen your face, and thirty years since I last wrote you a letter. Thirty years, Mother, I can’t believe it. I’d say it was impossible if it wasn’t very, very, devastatingly real.

The curse Rumpelstiltskin told us about took over the day our child was born and I lost everything. My daughter, my husband, my kingdom…and worst of all, my memories of all those things. All torn away from me in an instant. Twenty eight years passed by me and I didn’t even notice. I didn’t age, I didn’t change, I didn’t question my identity for a second, not even when my own daughter appeared at my doorstep, twenty eight years older than when I last saw her. My beautiful, beautiful Emma had come home to me, and I didn’t know because I thought I had no family to speak of. I forgot her. I forgot her, and Charming, and I forgot you, Mother. I forgot you for twenty eight years, and I am so, so sorry.

Mother, I wish you could see Emma. I wish you could see how strong and brave she’s grown up to be. She has a son of her own, a boy named Henry. I’m a grandmother, can you believe it? She found her own way, came back to this forgotten kingdom and saved us all from the awful curse and I want you here to meet your fearless, flawless granddaughter.

Two tears fell on the paper. With a shaky sigh, Snow wiped her nose with the back of her hand, glanced over at the crib in the corner and continued on.

You actually have two granddaughters now, Mother. We have a beautiful new baby girl named Laura--Laura Ruth Eva--and she’s absolutely perfect. She’s our second chance. Our family is together again, more full than before, and I can’t believe all the good that has come out of so much bad.

There are so many more things I could tell you, but to be honest, Mother, I’m completely overwhelmed. I miss you so much. It’s been thirty years…it’s been thirty years and I still feel like you’re listening to me. I love you, Mother. I love you and miss you more than you can possibly know and I always, always will.

Forever,

Your Snow

She was shaking violently as she let her pen fall from her fingers, unable to hold herself together anymore. As Laura stirred unwarily in her sleep, Snow pushed the letter away, dropped her head into her arms, and began to cry.