Love Notes

I came across a mommy blog today.

She talked about how her kids would write her lots of short notes on pieces of paper.  Messages of love or random everyday sweet nothings that are too mushy to blurt out.

I am transported at once to  a big pink room I once shared with my sister when we were in elementary school.  After arriving from the US, we stayed at my grandmother’s old mansion.  Mom took out the division of one room and opened it up to fit 2 beds.   Between these two beds across was a large study table that was always untidy.  Before school, my sister and I would write little messages that mom would read within the day.

Years later, she would mention those letters to us.  Then she’d bring out a whole scrapbook filled with letters from me and my sister that she saved and collected over the years.

There is no mom to enjoy reading them now.

At least, I know, she once did.