For the birds.

I used to be good at writing people. Then, I started grad school and all the people in my life stopped getting letters reminding them that I loved them.  It's probably better anyway since my husband will routinely call from the grocery store to remind me that my handwriting is illegible.

Because I knew my handwriting prohibited letter-reading, and because I am a masochist, I would draw pictures to keep my letters company.  Today, I found a copy of two such cards. They make me happy twice over. Once, because I'm reminded of the time I spent with each letter. Twice, because I take some small delight in knowing that while the picture on the front was pretty and was painstaking in its creation, reading my letter inside was probably just as long and painful for the recipients (is that bad?).

By the way, Rachel (the RM to my KM) has handwriting that looks like cool hieroglyphs.

 Listen/See a sweet video after the jump:

I like drawing other things, too.



RM sent me this song this morning with a note: "I’ve had this on repeat:  It consists of one word - Hallelujah - and it’s enough."

-KM

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