Love Note

He says, “How do you write, ‘Mom, I love you.’?” And that’s how I came to write myself a love note. Then he got Sam to fold him an envelope and then delivered it in the “mail box.” This kid can talk and talk and talk. If it’s on his mind, out it comes. Me, on the other hand, by the time my thoughts can become words, the moment has usually passed and I’m left wishing I said more. Like when I ran to the store to buy donuts (I literally ran. You know, to offset the donuts I was going to buy) and when I got to the store I couldn’t find the $20 bill I stuck in my bag. So I walked around for a bit and even called home to ask if I left it on the table. A guy was standing by his car and asked if I lost something. Turns out he picked it up and stood there waiting for the owner to come looking for it. I’m sure he had places to be and things to do, but he waited. And for all that kindness and awesomeness , the only thing that came out of my mouth was, “Thank you! Now I can get my donuts.” So, Max is rad. The nice guy that held my $20 is rad. And my express my gratitude skills are absolutely not rad. The donut story is just an example… it happens all the time. I’m probably grateful for you and, chances are, I didn’t thank you enough.

Livin the Life with Christina – Kauai, HI

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