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Hey Mary and Nick,
You both just reminded me of something buried in my memory bank.
When my daughter, my baby girl, the love of my life and the reason I open my eyes each morning-was 6 and her brother was 12, I rearranged my custody agreement with their Dad.
He was a US Embassy something or other and worked in exotic locations that were not New Orleans!
Anyway, we switched I became the summers and holiday parent and he took his turn as the get them off to school parent. (He never did tackle hair combing as evidenced by school pictures taken back then).
They went to Indonesia when she was in first grade. Needless to say I would spend my mornings at work typing letters to my baby (they had typewriters in those days where you used actual paper!).
I always used triple space and drew pictures to scatter between sentences that were holiday themed.
I draw a mean witch on a broomstick!
These little Mommie Missives are now a part of her treasures and at 34 (or however the heck old she is)-we all but declare a holiday when she runs across something from that time and sends it to me.
I'm sure the pictures presented long minutes of fascination and mental gynastics if only trying to figure out what Mommie's picture is supposed to be.
As the young folks say (do they still say?)
It's all good.
Have a great weekend.
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