The Letters

The LETTERS. 

I have always enjoyed getting personal letters.  So much so that I have a stash carefully boxed away that someday my children will trash.  For now, they will remain safely tucked away.  And these are going in the stash.

The letters from this young soldier are the most precious.  I think I have 6 now and each more precious than the last.  I can’t wait to open them, but first I have to curl in my favorite chair with a Dr. Pepper.   Yesterday I got two letters.  I got them positioned on my lap making sure I am reading them in chronological order.  Oh he sounds so happy and so confident.  As I  read the words, it’s his voice that I hear.  It’s his voice so confident!  It’s his smile I see when he tells me we’re going to throw the biggest party when he gets back.  You see, he is sitting right here with me.  

As I told Logan, I enjoy writing him.  It’s like he is right here with me and I can devote myself to him and him alone.  Sometimes I imagine him reading my letters on his bunk, but other times I see that little beautiful boy in the tree.  

Keep writing letters!  I love you!❤️ 

Hot Summer Breeze

 

That moment when you can hardly breathe, you know that summer is coming to a close. The air feels so hot and heavy even though there is a breeze. The sounds of summer have suddenly changed; no buzzing insects. Do you think they can’t bear the heat and are now asleep deep in the soil to rest until another summer wakes them to start the process all over again?

In our neighborhood school has started, but yet summer is still heavy on my skin.  I am reminded of my grade school days when the classroom was almost as hot as the air outside. No air conditioning back in 50s, but we had a water fountain with cold water from the well and some days our teacher would bring up a gallon of cold water to share with us in her gallon thermos. We were hot and sweaty from recess, and that cup of cold water was the treat of the day. 

But summer is coming to a close….soon hoodies will replace the shorts.  And that’s the seasonal pattern.  It’s all good.  

I love you,