Treasure

I am still knee deep in spring cleaning. We're not talking about The List. (Aim high, at least you get somewhere...) I actually said to child 2 yesterday "Don't wave my list at me! I know we didn't do what it SAYS yesterday!"

At any rate, my kitchen and family room look awesome. (Yesterday I discovered the true joy of having children...making them do chores. They are the best dust & window wash team ever. I am not going to let them move out. Oh, and they spontaneously vacuum too. They did NOT get that gene from me.)

This morning I was cleaning out some drawers in my bedroom. I found a card, from my great aunt, Helena. (*)

It was a very simple birthday card, quite small by today's standards, but just seeing her handwriting brought tears to my eyes.

So I will repeat again - never underestimate the power of your handwriting. A short note to someone you care about may be saved for much longer than you think.

Did you ever get a card in the mail and know just who it was from, without even seeing a return address? That's what I'm talking about.

I tell this to the Moms at the NICU when I scrapbook with them. They don't want to write in their books "because my handwriting is messy" but I tell them that it is THEIR handwriting and that child will love it some day. (So I twist their arms until they agree to write in their books - :::snicker::: )