Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Dear Poppa...

My oldest came home from summer camp with something very important to show me.  Her little face was so serious as she came to sit in my lap with a piece of paper.

"We could write a letter to anyone we wanted." she said as a preamble.

Then she handed me this:

She chose to write her letter to my lovely Poppa who died before she was even born. I immediately choked up and pulled her into a big hug.

"He would have loved you so much." I said.

And that's the truth.

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