I remember so vividly the first time Stacy wrote her name. I think she was 3, and she'd been trying very hard to write letters. One day, she brought her plastic pink IKEA piggy bank to me, with her name written in marker on the belly. I was so happy for her. I cried. She then proceeded to write Mom, Dad and Pippi, and then, "I love you." If I'd have saved every love note I received from her, I'd have filled our Manhattan kitchen. Some of her last minutes in the car were spent painstakingly writing a letter begging her grandmother to come and visit her in New Jersey.
Pippi has followed in her sister's foot steps, writing frequent love notes, enough probably to fill 2 Manhattan kitchens. Who couldn't feel loved with Pippi around, after all? And she writes with such feeling. This year, she experimented with swirls on her letters when she discovered that was how Santa Claus wrote. "I love you" really took up a lot of space during that phase. Pippi also composed her first note to a friend: "Dear R, I like you. I want to be your friend. Will you be my friend? Love, Pippi" She's also written me, "Dear Mom, I love you to the moon and back."
Once in awhile Pippi writes a letter to Prairie Smoke. She always gets a prompt reply with stickers and cute stories of Praire Smoke's life. Those letters are keepers.
Occasionally Pippi gets notes from The House Fairy. She gets these notes about as often as she makes her bed. They come with a little treat.
Today in church, Rebecca got a letter from a counselor in the primary presidency. She turned to me after she had read it and said, "Mom! This was a good letter. It said lots of nice things about me and how I help in primary and how I am a good big sister to Bardo."
May we all use writing for it's core purpose: to express our love to one another. Have a great week, and I love you guys.