I guess spring cleaning is a thing because I just spent hours cleaning out the attic.
It wasn’t planned.
It wasn’t on the schedule.
I actually didn’t even realize I was doing it until about half way through when I recruited the rest of the family to form an assembly line. It started with a box of bandanas and cowboy hats from a long ago birthday party and 47 boxes later…
…you could actually see the attic floor.
In the middle of the clean-up, I heard the twins in the corner of the room giggling. Giggle after giggle after giggle started and stopped and then started all over again. I heard one of them read something to the other and then they’d burst into fits of laughter. Curious, I put down the vacuum cleaner parts I’d been collecting and started walking over to comedy central to see what they’d found.
Suddenly, I heard something that made my heart stop mid-beat.
Wait until you hear this, I heard my daughter say.
It was a box love letters.
From my husband to me back when a sailor left to fight for his country on distant shores and wrote his heart from across the sea.
And the twins were reading them.
“Oh yuck,” one of the twins said to her sister, rolling her eyes and laughing. “Listen to this one—‘I think of you all the time and can’t wait to hold you in my arms.’ And look”, she said pointing. “He drew little hearts.”
With that they both burst out laughing again.
I reached for the letter and smiled.
“I had forgotten all about those letters,” I said. “I waited every day for a letter from your dad. I’d read them over and over and over again until it made me miss him a little less.”
Then I paused and added. “And sometimes, I’d stare at a picture of him and smell his shirt and read the letter and it was almost like he was there.”
“Oh…mom,” my other daughter said rolling her eyes at me, too. “Why didn’t you just text him? Or Facetime him? That way you wouldn’t have to spend all that time writing all these letters.”
“And maybe you wouldn’t have missed him as much,” her sister chimed in.
“Facetime? Texting?” I literally laughed out loud. “We didn’t have anything like that back then. We only had cell phones and we used them for talking. You know. Where you dialed the buttons and heard someone’s voice.”
I folded up the letter and put it back with the others and placed the stack back in the box.
“Just remember this,” I said.. Being married it amazing. Even when you’re sad. Even when you’re away from each other. One day you’ll understand. You’ll fall in love and your heart will race and your stomach will flutter and you’ll want to write letters, too,” I added with a smile.
The twins looked at each other and laughed out loud.
“I don’t think we’re writing letters, mom. No one does that any more,” they giggled.
“Well, maybe not letters,” I said. “But maybe he’ll text you sweet things or write them to you in an e-mail and you’ll want to write him back.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t write him back,” my daughter said laughing.
“You wouldn’t?” I said surprised. “Even if it was a super sweet note?”
“No,” she said with one last giggle. “I’d just send him a blushing emoji.”
When did love go all 2017? 🙂
PS I just took these pictures of the farmhouse this morning. The sunshine told me to. 🙂