The 1st Letter To You
Hello my friend!
I have decided I will write you a weekly letter. Mainly because I feel like you don’t understand how often I think about you. I was thinking about you today, and wondering how you are. Like really are. You cross my mind more than you realise. Sometimes, I wonder, how your day is going. Are you getting enough sleep. Did you speak to you know who about that thing that was worrying you? How are you getting on today?
I have been well. Worked from home this week, which was nice. I worked, pottered, cleaned cooked and have been spending time with my daughter. You know she’s only here for a short time until she returns to University, so we are soaking up each other. Things she likes to do, and which I like because she likes to do them. We had a beautiful breakfast by the sea yesterday, and there was a breeze that carried the scent of salt with it, and with the incense of coffee that welcomed us, it felt as though I were in a far away place with my girl and not a care in the world.
Those moments of freedom from worry are kernels of sheer contentment. It is, I have realised, important that we recognise them when they come, so we know to try and bottle it for when they pass this way again.
Funny story. I found a tape of my children talking when they were 6 & 11. They were bliss and hilarious and it made me want to cry for how quickly they grow and how gorgeous they were and did I realise it? Perhaps I did. I laugh a lot with them on the tape, and compliment them, reminding them how clever and capable they are. I suppose that’s all we can do as parents.
I have a stack of books on my bedside table which I need to get to, and a lovely Boston fern which is growing so well. I recommend a plant in your bedroom. It does clever things to the air while you sleep or something science-y. You never know, it might help. Will write next week. You are loved.