Paper flowers for Rara
Rara just sent my family–not me, but my family–a letter.
I stood in the kitchen and read it with a hand to my heart. How I wished I could reach through the paper, find her, and pull her out! My house is a mess, but I don’t think she’d mind much after her last year.
I handed the letter over to my husband, who read it and said, “I want to send her all the things. Just a box full of letters and flowers–paper flowers, so they’d let them in–and love.”
“I want that, too,” I murmured. I folded the letter, placed it back in its envelope and walked it to my desk wishing time would speed up and see her outside already.
I can’t speed up time, but I can write another letter and fill it with all the love I have.
So that’s what I’ll do.