Love notes

Do you ever think about writing a note to someone, but it just never happens? Yeah, that’s me sometimes, too. I had the pleasure of reading an article about the #yearoflove, a project of Jen Kramer’s, who wanted a way to show a little love. She set about to write a note to someone all 365 days of 2018. Here is a link to the Chicago Tribune article about her effort.

“Love bombs.”

I got to thinking about the love bombs in my life. Notes through the various events of my life from commissioning, to babies, to new jobs, and some not-so-great moments, too. I’ve kept a few of those – well, several totes of them.

Here’s a series that my sister, Kitty, sent in 2011. She had her own little love-fest going on when she picked up that box of cards. And, I was the beneficiary. Lovely thank you’s and chatty updates. They were on display for more than a year in my office.

One of my favorites from Kate, my oldest daughter.
Just arrived today…. eh-hem, there’s a little catch in my throat.
Cards of encouragement during the spring of 2018 after a knee and foot surgery. These folks really “stepped” up to support me. Truly indebted to them.
And from a surgery just 5 months before that.
This group was particularly meaningful. I don’t know who they are from. I do know how I received them. This was 2014, I believe, and a particularly difficult time during one of the worst jobs I’ve ever had. My husband’s Men’s Bible Study prayed for me during that year, then one by one these arrived in the mail. Love through the power of words.
And, these. A few of the cards and letters after I chose to leave that job. They were affirming and uplifting at a time that I found it difficult to see what I did well. I can see more clearly now, but not without a few of these to start the healing process. Perhaps the statement with the most impact: “I always trust you and your judgment.” They will never know how important it was to read those words.

Then there was a series of letters that I was forced to ask for in 2002. I’ve read them over and over. They testified to my character. The letters, a way to vindicate me, were to show that I did not deserve to be treated as I did. It was a very sad time in my life, when I was awakened to an ugly reality and from which I learn to carve out a cancer and replace it with healing and forgiveness – for myself and for a few others. Those letters validated what part of me that I would keep and build on. More than encouragement, they were truly words of healing.

Shouldn’t this be the reason we write our thoughts down? To encourage, to show love, to appreciate another, to demonstrate the value of another in your life? When we write words to those we love or appreciate, we have the power to heal or validate, elevate or comfort. After looking through boxes and totes of the cards and letters that I have saved over more than 40 years, I realize how easy it is to simply grab a card and write what’s on my heart. So, I’m setting my box of cards on my desk and sending off a few of those thoughts. I know myself too well to say it will be my own #yearoflove, a 365 day effort, but I know I’ll experience joy doubled when I do.

About Frankie

A Navy vet, an educator (retired but still working), and a mom of three girls, and two grandsons. Married to the love of my life. Dirt and words. That sums up what gets my attention. Read on and find out why.
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