I think about all of my children all the time. I have so many things I fell like I should tell them. Each separately . They are all special, individuals.
What would I say? I really don't know. I often think about writing letters. Five letters, one to each. Maybe I will one day before I die. (I'm not in any hurry).
I used to be the best letter writer in the world. When we were overseas, I wrote letters just about every day. I had a log in which I kept a record of who I had written to and who I had received mail from.
My mother and my in-laws saved all of my letters and gave them back to me. I wrote about them a few months ago. I put a lot of my letters, written by me, and those received- letters from home.
I think I have allowed email to replace letter writing by hand. That in itself is not a bad thing. But the too tendency to push send and forget it is too easy (?). Write it and forget it.
Oh well. One day I will write those letters.
In the meantime, the kids have to take my word for it- they are amazing and the most important people in my world.
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| Just a few of the binders of letters I have organized |
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