Last night, I was looking through some boxes in our rafters for something I wanted to use for my daughter’s school projects. I found a large ziploc bag filled with letters written from my friends in high school. I thought it would be fun to look through those again, so I brought them down with me and browsed through them while I sat on the couch watching our evening shows. I came across an envelope with my name scrawled across the front in red pen. I recognized the handwriting right away and knew it was from my mom. What a precious find!
I opened the envelope and took out the letter which, I discovered, was written to me around the time I was 15. I’m thinking that it was written and given to me at one of our mother-daughter activities at church. I sat on the couch reading my letter, tears streaming down my face, as my husband snored on the rocking chair beside me (he will deny that). I was so touched as I read her words and it made me long for my mom to return from her lost little world.
The part that hit me the hardest was when she wrote,
“I pray that we will always be close and friends as I am with your grandma.”
Oh how I long for that too!!
Is it okay to have a feel-sorry-for-myself kind of day every once in a while? I’ll pick myself back up tomorrow ;)