
I opened my parents card with relish. Something beautiful. Today my something beautiful is my mothers handwriting. My address and Name written on the outside of the envelope is stunning and warm and the best part is, it is only for me. Only I think this beauty...is. I love it, from my name on my baby book to the sick notes she wrote for me in school. "Please excuse Mandy from school yesterday, she was ill" her handwriting embodies everything about her. It was one of the first beautiful things in my world was a child. It is cursive and straight with our lines. Yet, unique like life was breathed into it. not as all like a drone no personality perfectionist. This my beautiful thing for the day. It was tough, it had to compete with, fall leaves, sleeping 5 year olds, and libraries. But Mother always wins out.



