Apr 23, 2014 11:00 PM
1650 Old School Miles
To and fro, they come and go ~ these fat envelopes that are full of love. They have flown across the miles for years and I have watched a family grow, if only through these envelopes that come my way. Those that I send in return are just as stuffed full as the ones I receive.
In these letters I read of joy and adventures, hopes, fears, and pain. Though through the eyes of children they are no less real. I have rejoiced in small triumphs and loved them through the misadventures. I have read of gardens growing, of school studies, of art and baking. of sewing machines ~ old and new. And poetry that makes me smile. We write of favorite authors and books, of favorite studies, of snow forts and tree forts. And of dogs named Willie, of wood piles and animals at the zoo.
I love to hold crayon drawings from little tiny girls, the words written by big sisters, who sometimes aren't so big at all. The lovely letters of a six year old~ big and backwards~ the words spelt the way they sound to little ears. I love these tiny letters that are full of promise. As I remember years ago when I first received letters from little girls that are now beautiful young ladies, who now write in cursive and calligraphy ~ in letters that are many pages long.
They, too, once wrote in sweet childish writing, but the words they wrote and the ones the little ones write now are just as true and lovely, for always they assure me ~ that they love me and that Jesus loves me, too.
All this I enjoy across 1650 Old School Miles.