Dear Princess Celestia,
It’s been eight whole hours since I received your last letter, and I keep reading and re-reading it over and over. Your words warm my heart, and even though I’m no longer your student, I love sending you mail. I know I sent you a letter a couple days ago, but it’s such a wonderful feeling to receive post. I can only hope that you like reading my mail as much as I love sending it.
Spike is doing well. He and Sweetie Belle went to her school dance last night, and guess who got to help pick out his suit? Me! He looked adorable in a bow tie, but don’t let him know that I said that! Er, well, wrote that. It was a wonderful night. Everypony else is doing well, too, but that’s the most exciting thing that’s happened since my last letter. I hope the mental image of Spike in a tuxedo makes you smile!
I’m really glad you like my stationary. It’s from a special “My Little Penpal” kit that I got for a Hearth's Warming present as a filly! I never got the chance to use it until now because, well, I didn’t have anypony to write to. But now I can put it to good use! It even comes with a matching quill and ink pot. I know it sounds rather foalish, but I like how it matches, down to the envelope stickers.
Speaking of Hearth’s Warming, any hints on what you’d like this year? You sent me a picture of you in the scarf I sent you last year, and I’m glad you wear it often. It doesn’t go quite as well with your mane as I expected, but it’s nice of you to wear it anyways. I just really want to get you something you want.
It’s not about the presents, I know, but a thoughtful gift from your marefriend will help with the holiday blues. Or, so you tell me. Running the Dawn Court must take a lot of energy around this time of year. Everypony’s temper is shorter. I wish I could be there to help you through it, but we both have duties to attend to. Maybe during Hearth's Warming I’ll have time to visit. I hope so, I really hope so.
Anyways, that’s not why I wanted to write to you. Not really. I had this weird dream last night. It was beautiful, and I spent a long portion of this morning in bed thinking about it, but I want to know what you think. I hope it doesn’t make you concerned, and if you don’t like it, that’s okay too.
It started off with you and me at the breakfast table. We were eating pancakes, those cinnamon spice ones you make sometimes with whipped cream and strawberries. Even in my dream they were delicious! Mmm, I can almost taste them, just thinking about them. You’re a wonderful cook, have I told you? I probably have, but I’ll say it again.
About halfway through the meal, you said you had something to show me. I got up hesitantly, and stuffed my mouth with another pancake to-go before following you out of the room. You seemed nervous, so I nuzzled your side, my cheeks puffed out with whipped cream and deliciousness.
Down the hall, I could hear the hustle and bustle of royal maids and servants as they went about their work. I hadn’t been in this part of the castle before, and wondered why we were there. When I asked you, though, you didn’t tell me, you just smiled down at me in that special way that makes me feel all melty and warm inside. I blushed and smiled back through my mouthful of pancake. Even in my dream, I knew how much you loved me!
It was Hearth's warming. When we passed by a window, I could see all the decorations outside the castle. Snowflakes fell lazily across the landscape, some sticking to the window for a few brief seconds before they melted away. Foals were playing and building snowponies on the castle grounds, and everything looked calm and peaceful.
You stopped outside a closed door, so suddenly I bumped into you. I apologized, and you shushed me, before planting a kiss on my cheek. You said you had a special Hearth’s Warming gift for me, and that you had wanted to give this to me for a long time.
You looked more nervous than I’ve ever seen you, as nervous as I was when I confessed I liked you more than just friendship, as nervous as I was when I asked if we could be together. You agreed, and you put my fears to rest, of course. I had nothing to worry about then, but I was still worried. You were that worried in the dream. It made me want to grab you and wrap my hooves around you in a big, warm, comforting hug!
You were pacing, and I could see your hoof trembling as you reached up to open the door. It hesitated, hanging in the air uncertainly. I asked what was wrong, and you didn’t answer for a moment, but then after steeling yourself, you whispered “I hope you like it, my love.” The handle turned, and we stepped inside.
The room was empty, for the most part. It was undecorated and plain. In the center of it was a piece of furniture, covered with a fuzzy blue blanket. I remember my hoof reaching out and grabbing the blanket. It pulled away with ease, and pooled on the floor at my hooves. Underneath it…
Underneath it was a crib, with two foals curled up next to each other. They were both alicorns. One, a colt, had your wavy mane, but it was gold, with shimmering green specks in it. It waved even though there was no breeze. He slept with his hoof in his mouth, suckling it gently. The other, a filly, had my shorter manestyle. It was decorated with red and white stripes, like a candy cane. She was awake and babbled at me, reaching out her hooves towards me as I stared down.
I couldn’t help but smile as I reached a hoof down to her, and her tiny hooves wrapped around mine. She tugged it towards her face, and when it reached her muzzle, she licked it. I laughed and ran my hooftip through her mane. It was soft, softer than anything I’d ever felt.
I looked up at you, and you were smiling. I could see tears forming in the corners of your eyes. “They’re ours, Twilight,” you said gently, wrapping a wing around me. I snuggled up in your warm, feathery embrace as we looked down at the two foals. “We’re mothers now,” you whispered, and I smiled contentedly. Mothers. What a wonderful gift.
And then I woke up, Celestia. I woke up grinning like a madpony, and I could feel my cheeks wet from where tears had streaked down them. It was a beautiful dream, and I didn’t want it to end. Mothers. We’re mothers. Isn’t that such a beautiful idea? I’d never given it any thought. I mean, sure, we could adopt, or use some sort of fertility spell to have children, but I never thought of myself as a mother.
Yet, now that I thought about it, we’d make good moms, I think. You’re gentle and caring and everything a young filly or colt could ever want, and I’d be there to help, too. I know… I know that my dream isn’t how it works in reality. I know that’s not how foals happen, and that it takes lots of planning and preparation, but it was the most wonderful realization ever. I could be a mother, and there’s nopony I’d want to be a mother with than you.
If you’re not okay with the thought, that’s fine with me. I know it’s sudden, and it’s an odd question to ask, and I know if I were telling you this face-to-face you’d probably be shushing me gently right about now. But, Celestia, it would make me the happiest mare in Equestria to someday be a mother with you.
I guess that’s what I want most for Hearth’s Warming. I want to be a mom. I know it’s a lot of work, but I’m willing to do it all to be a mother with you. If you want to wait, that’s okay as well, I understand, but… I want nothing more than to be able to say “We’re moms.” It’s beautiful, and when I say it, it just sounds right.
Um, if Luna saw that dream, tell her I say thank you for not interrupting it. It’s one of those dreams that I want to hold on to. It’s special to me, even if it never becomes reality. I want to start a family with you, Celestia. If that’s okay. I mean, there’s so much to do, and us living apart like this simply wouldn’t work, but I’d be willing to fly to and from Canterlot every day if it meant that we could make this work.
I’m nervous, and probably rambling. I’m sorry, I really am, I’m just so excited thinking about it. We could be mothers. Together.
Anyways, that’s all I had to say. I hope your Hearth’s Warming preparations go well, and that the holidays bring a smile to your face. I await your response as I always do, with love and eagerness.
Your faithful love,
Twilight Sparkle