Love Letters

If there’s one person that can get me thinking about my kids, it’s Raehan. Her posts about Rachel and Hannah bring a smile to my face and occasionally a tear to my eye. If there’s a mom out there in the blogosphere that I admire most, I think it’s probably her. Her recent post, Booty Ballet, made me think. She talked about the expression of love and affection.

Elle and Zed are both very affectionate children. Zed’s getting more standoffish now that he’s getting older. He still holds my hand through the parking lot, but walks five feet away once we get in the store. Elle is still very lovey-dovey. She loves hugs, snuggling, and most of all, love notes. She writes them all the time, leaving them on our pillows, on the couch, and sometimes they get delivered, kamikazee-like, thrown in our laps as she scurries down the hall. Recently, they’ve gotten more eloquent than “I love you mom and Nick”, decorated with hearts. These are the last two I got, and are unedited. The first one is my Christmas letter.

Dear Mom

I Love you so much that I Look in my photo book. I Look at you in My Photos Book. And im am so happy that I smile. I love it so much that I smile so big. In then I come out of my room and huge you tite. I love you momey. I love you more ok momey.

Love
Elle

I sometimes tell her that she’s growing up too fast. She’s getting taller, and her writing and spelling (believe it or not) are getting better since she got her glasses. She’s maturing and becoming more independent. There was a day when I was talking about college and how she’d end up moving away to go to college. She couldn’t quite comprehend this, and this was the result.

Dear mom

I am so sorry that i am gronging up so fast. In a few years I will still be with you because I wont leave you.

Love
Elle

I love getting her love letters. They make me smile when I’m sad. I get a love letter from her almost daily. Folded in strage ways, folded so many times she couldn’t fold them anymore, some with tiny corners torn out to write mini-love notes to Nick. And the beautiful thing is that they’re simple. Just I love you. Nothing fancy, but they make my heart squish.