This post isn’t so much about the words said, but what is conveyed through tiny little orange envelopes stuffed with pieces of cut up and crumpled paper.
The past few days, Mia has brought me home little love letters from preschool.
Papers colored with a rainbow of scribbles.
Arranged in a way that reminds me of origami, but with a three-year old twist.
A carefully scrawled “Mia” etched in crayon onto the outside of envelope.
Each envelope was partially open and only a little bit sealed.
There were five in all.
Sweetly hand crafted.
Precious and appreciated.
She tells me each day that she made them for me.
She tells me they are a love letters for her mommy.
I think I’ll let a single photo speak this week.