I know it’s cheating to just post pictures, but words really aren’t coming easily (or with effort) these days. What is coming easily is love for my daughters. Even though they might kill me with the dumping out of all the Calico Critters and the pencil shavings and the blowing of the bubbles in the house.
She writes me letters all day every day, but I especially love this one. Not only does it show awesome mastery of the comma, It’s happy evidence that her predisposition toward perfectionism is well balanced by her sense of humor.
I worry too much.