For the past three years I've been writing letters to my son during particularly boring staff meetings. At my previous job I was writing one a week.
Today I moved from a large cubicle to a small office with a window (and a door! whoo-hooo!). While unpacking boxes, one of which had not been unpacked through 2 other moves, I found the oldest letters. One letter was written while I was still pregnant ("Dear Muffin Man, Please stop kicking me. Thank you, I love you kiddo!") the others were written after my maternity leave was over.
The letters chart his first smile, his first laugh, his first word, his first sentence ("Bye-bye, Dada!") , the first time he slept through the night...
I've taken them out of the various notebooks they were in, added the more recent letters and put them in a binder. I'm looking forward to giving the binder to him when he's all grown-up. In the meantime...today I shut the door of my new office and read the letters over again.
Through My Glasses, Dorkily
6 years ago