A creature was stirring before dawn this morning, coughing actually. I got up to see if I could bring her anything, but she drifted right back to sleep. Which is how I found myself in the kitchen at 6 am with the most beautiful ancient carols on the radio, coffee in hand and cards to savor. So still, so bright. Everything else fell away and Christmas floated in.
When is the last time you found a personal note peeking out of your mailbox? From someone who gathered paper, pen or laptop (and thoughts) and focused solely on dear, wonderful you? Well, there will always be correspondence to open here. Love letters from life, written just for you.