Hello, honey. I tried to start earlier tonight to write your letter, but I guess I have the same story every night. Making dinner takes forever now. And my ankle hurt so I did lie around with an ice bag for a while. And now it’s this close to 10 pm and I have to make myself stop, so I can get some rest.
Today, baby, it’s just the butterflies that are in arm’s reach from my cozy chair. You know how it is to try to make things when you can’t skip around and move the way you want. That’s Steven Pressfield and Sister Corita on the left – to strengthen my resolve and remind me I’m growing. The butterfly card is by an artist named Jim Brandenburg. And I guess you know who’s in the middle.
My ankle hurt because I did stand around on it to make pictures. There’s a big, flat monitor now in the middle of my work table – so I can do my job from home. So, I’ll have to make pictures I wasn’t thinking of. I’m figuring it out. There are plenty of butterflies within reach.
Oh hon, don’t worry about me. I’ll get the hang of this. Send some help to all our dearest girls – stretched beyond anything they ever imagined. Stories I don’t have to tell you because you know what I know. Please send a little mercy their way. Some things are too hard. You know that, as well as me.
Love you, honey. Nighty night now. See you tomorrow.
I am crying. Tears of love.