This succinct note from Dad appeared on the back of one of Mom's envelopes last week. ♥ One of the benefits of not being one of my parents' local kids--my younger brother and older brother live twenty-five and fifteen minutes away from them, respectively--is that I have almost twenty years' worth of their letters. We write to each other weekly--letters from both Mom and Dad were tucked into the envelope that arrived in yesterday's mail--and along with our letters usually exchange hometown news stories clipped from their paper, comic strips, decorating and gardening ideas from magazines, photos of my apartment projects, Mom's photos of her and Dad's gardens, paint chips, wallpaper and fabric scraps, flower seeds, occasionally a few dollars of what we call "fun money" to buy a magazine or flowers or other enjoyable "just because" thing with, and recipes we think the other will like. It is the letters that are most precious, of course, and I've kept every one since the very first in 1995. (I've kept all but maybe ten pieces of all the personal mail I've ever received, for that matter.) Mom is not as sentimental as I am and rarely saves any of her mail--Alas! for my future biographers! ;)--but I have boxes and bags full of it, and knowing that I have all these letters carefully packed away is a special joy.