I have to keep telling my heart that Jettie Blythe isn't mine. But my heart won't listen. My heart has grown to hold her, and my arms constantly ache to hold her as well. She feels nearly as much a part of me as my own children. I am overwhelmed with the deepth of my love. My mind now ticks through five people, constantly taking inventory of where they are and what they are doing.
Oh Jettie, I love you so very much. I love your long arms and your raspy cry. I love that you look just like my beautiful sister, and that you will be my youngest daughter's best friend. You showed me that my siblings were not lying; I know now that they do love my children as they would love their own. I never really believed them, but Jettie you have shown me that their words are true. Because my dear wild nice, I love you in a way I never knew I would.