|Pictured on the far right in the pink suit is a Mom to six, a Marmie to 21 & a great Marmie to 13.|
|Marmie with her oldest son & my dad. Mom barely makes the background blending into the seventies wallpaper.|
I find joy in writing personal notes for most of the same reasons I find joy in writing personal posts. My current read resonated this all the more in discussing 'The Lost Art of Letter Writing': "it is cherished because it possesses a permanent, enduring quality, something often carefully saved or preserved by its owner."
Cherished it she has, having read our notes countless times since, remarking how no one time is any less touching than the time before. In this way, this simple gesture is stunning proof that letters do worlds of good on both the sending and receiving end.
So here we are again, two years later, and all that I wrote still holds true, Marmie: I appreciate your constant curiosity about our lives, goals, interests and whereabouts.
I admire how your fashion sense has yet to fade--seasonal sparkly earrings included!
And above all, I love that your favorite time is family time.
This year, I have one thing to add. Thank you for repeatedly recognizing my way with words. Your encouragement to continue writing and perhaps pursue getting published is valued more than you may realize.
So, now you know. But for today, I wanted to show you the space I put this skill into practice most. Here's to you Marm, whom I dedicate this blog post.