Sometimes I leave a note in Natalie's lunch.
She must have liked this note, because it came home from school with her empty bowls and dirty napkin. She asked me to read it a few times, and then we posted it on the refrigerator.
When I was little, my mother wrote on my napkin. Or drew curly hair and pointy eyebrows on the shell of my hard-boiled egg. I really liked that.
Recently I left this note, after a particularly successful swim lesson at the Y.
She must have liked this note, because it came home from school with her empty bowls and dirty napkin. She asked me to read it a few times, and then we posted it on the refrigerator.This morning, while straightening Natalie's papers on the dining room table, I found this.
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You and N are the best Mamas! I love this story/post! T
ReplyDeleteHow sweet! Great story about passing it forward! Love you, Dad
ReplyDeleteThat is the cutest thing ever! My mom used to write me notes and put them in my lunch, and I still have fond memories of it. Thanks for stopping by and leaving a comment on my post at The Second Road.
ReplyDeleteThis brought tears to my eyes, it is so sweet. I never knew you had a blog. I love reading it. I feel like I know you so much better now. You're writing is sweet, simple, a window to your loveliness. xo
ReplyDeleteOh Liz, I am sitting here reading your stories with tears running down my cheeks! You are a beautiful writer. What a wonderful way for me to spend Nicholas' nap time today. Thank you!
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