A repost from October 2012
Fingers click clacked the letters urgently. The white paper set intrepidly by the keyboard and the soft eyes looking, waiting so quietly for the click clacking to stop, and the realization to set in. Focused deeply on a task, the click clacker doesn’t realize what the blue eyes are patiently waiting for.
Realization of a love note.
There are times in life when you have to let go of precious things, things that you wanted and thought would be normal for you. Dreams deferred, deep sorrow, caring for people who need a person there to catch them.
And then there is that one little persistent beam of hope. somewhere. it just won’t go out, it won’t stop shining, it won’t stop being beautiful, it won’t stop being just whatever it is.
for the past i am not sure how long now, I have been receiving weekly love letters from my oldest daughter.
to tell you the truth, when she began writing them with some regularity, after i was overwhelmed with the sweetness that caused her to write them, and when she kept writing them i started to wonder why? and began to imagine that i had some how messed her up in a way that caused her to write a bunch of love letters to me.
I want to pause on that for just a second… wouldn’t it be great if we could somehow parent in such a way that made our kids adore us? Ah… an impossible dream.
But as they came daily, I began to get overwhelmed “I love you! don’t forget! I LOVE YOU!!!” I wish more people wrote love letters as prolifically as she. Would we all be so bedraggled then?
She is persistent. It has been months. I must have received upwards of 50 love letters from her. They are all over my desk, shoved in my bible, shoved in notebooks, used as book marks, in between recipes, taped in random places around the house… wherever you go around my house, you are likely to find a love letter.
I am no longer fearful that I somehow messed her up and the outcome is love letters. I must be very careful to cherish each one, as she observes carefully what I do with them.
She will say, “You just set it down, don’t you like it?”
and I will stop what I am doing and look at her, and take her pink pillow cheeks in my hand and say “Are you kidding? Whenever I get one of your love notes, it’s like God is using you to tell me how much he loves me. He loves me so much that he gave me a daughter that writes me love notes every day. They are the BEST part of my day,”
Then she perhaps has gotten exactly what she wanted from writing that love note, and we are all happy.
Lately, when i tell her that i love her too, she tells me “I love you more!”
I could post a few here, but for now, it has been wonderful just to meditate on being drowned in love letters. I hope it is an experience that everyone gets to have at least once in their lives.