I mailed a handwritten letter to my daughter the other day, the same letter that I had meant to write prior to the Thanksgiving day in 2019, yes, more than one year ago. The content is not important.
The last letter to her was four years when she was s first year student. I wrote it hastily when I dropped her off. As a bonus, I folded and left it under her pillow. Again, the content was a blur. I do remember to remind her to be situation aware, and be aware of her surroundings.
The last letter to her before she went to college was for her English class assignment. Her teacher had asked parents to write a letter to kids before they leave the nest. Not sure how many parents took the challenge. It was a typed letter.
The last note to her before her high school years was a note from a Tooth fairy, apologizing for belated award for her tooth.
The letter before Tooth fairy was a letter from Santa to her and her brother. The gist was to praise her for sharing herbtoys with her brother, remind her to share her new toys with her little brother. She actually received this letter from the mail.
It is counting down time for the class of 2021. Congregations to the class of 2021.
I am grateful for this gift.