I haven’t had a chance to sit down and blog this past week, though–as always–I have continued making notes on things that strike my fancy, and that I think would make for a good blog. Until I have time to sit down and write something more substantial (the wheels are already turning), I wanted to share this photo. I was on my way out the other day and happened to check to the mail as passed. I pulled out an official-looking envelope that was addressed to Ken, and looked like tax information. A bummer on both counts. Getting “official” mail for Ken can be painful; somehow a heartless reminder. My heart fell as I got mired in my loss, then after my hand fished around in the mailbox a little more, it came up with this:

Just the words “Uncle Ron” handwritten on the envelope set my chin quivering–if only for a few seconds. It had chased away the sullen feelings the first piece of mail had brought on–and then some! It made my day and, since then, my week. It has occurred to me every day, and I love it–and the sender! (Coincidentally, today is his twelfth birthday.) I did send a card, though a day late, I’m afraid.

Sending handwritten cards is a practice I used to do more often, and this sweet note is a reminder I need to pick up the pace again. There is nothing like getting a surprise note from someone you love. Nothing.