I make my way to the mailbox, a little annoyed that the only stamps the Post Office has for me are poinsettias. It’s September people.
But then, 2020 has been a letter-writing kind of year.
These are love notes, each one carefully chosen and written specifically for particular grandchildren. Standing in the dollar store, looking through the rows of cards, buying postage, finding little things to tuck inside, then writing personalized messages just for them, takes time and thought.
But I don’t mind. I imagine the smiles as they open their envelopes.
Open their love notes.
Every one appreciates little confirmations of love.
I certainly do, and I have been blessed to have received many love notes in my lifetime: cards, poetry, letters, flowers, and gifts.
And yet, my favorite love notes came wrapped in fur, long ears, and a fluffy tail.
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