A letter to my strongest version

Dear Quynh,

Happy Birthday to you! Happy 38 years old!

I believe that today, you are truly happy - celebrating in warmth, surrounded by family and love.

I am writing to you from your 29-year-old self, a version of you who is still figuring things out but deeply believes in the future you are creating.

I believe you have found your true partner - the person with whom you want to write your love story, all the way till the end.

He is not just your husband. He is your best friend, your safe place, and your biggest cheerleader. He truly understands you, supports you, and walks beside you in every step of life. With him by your side, you are the strongest, and most complete version of me.

You have overcome the uncertainty of both career and love. Now, you stand firm, building the career I once doubted, choosing a husband who is your first and only choice, even when fear made I waver, creating a home filled with love, and raising beautiful little angels who bring joy to your life I once dreamed of.

I know you're raising little ones now, and I can imagine the challenges it brings. After all you've seen the struggles through your sister and friends at 29 but I also know that you are braver than ever. Even when exhaustion weighs on you, I know you cherish the laughter, the small hands holding yoursand the happy face lights up when your husband watches you with love and admiration. You have embraced motherhood with grace, patience, and a heart full of love. And even on the hardest days, I know you wouldn't trade this life for anything else. 

You take on more responsibilities, not just for yourself, your small family but for both your side of the family and your husband's. You are a pillar of strength, someone your loved ones can rely on.

You have published your own book - one that carries your name. Your words, your story, your voice - immortalized in the pages. This is something I long for in my heart, and I trust that you made it real. 

Your Blog and YouTube channel have reached more people, connecting you first with strangers and later with friends. You have touched lives, shared your journey, and helped others find clarity through your experiences. I know that you was never wrong in creating what you believe in, pursuing what you love, and nurturing your artistic perspective.

I'm sure you wake up every day feeling deeply, genuinely happy. Not just the kind of happiness that comes from accomplishments, but the quiet, contented happiness of ordinary days, full of love, growth, and connection.

I have always believed you would reach this stage because I know the foundation I have built for you. Even in moments of distraction when I allowed myself to savor a drink - I may sometimes lose track of time, but I have never lost sight of my purpose, my dreams, or who I truly am.

So, wherever you are right now, I hope you pause for a moment and smile. Because I am proud of you, and you are everything I dream of becoming, everything I long for at this very moment.

I can't wait to hear your experiences and growth. I wonder how life has shaped you with time, how the years have refined your wisdom, and how much love and joy have filled your heart. Tell me about your husband, your children, your wedding — anything you wish to share. No matter where life has taken you, remember that you will always have yourself, me to listen to, to understand, and to cherish.

Every stage of life comes with its own challenges. But look at how far you've come. I believe that no matter what challenges lie ahead, you will meet them with the same quiet strength and unwavering determination that have always carried you forward. 

Remember this: Keep believing in yourself, just as I always have. You are never alone. Your loved ones walk beside you — together, through every storm and into every sunrise.

With love,
Your 29-year-old self, 
Quynh.

PS. I love drawing by charcoal.

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