MaMa sends Hollie mail every week.
It’s a kind of devotion that I admire. I used to write to my Nana sporadically. I respond to my cousin’s letters almost immediately. But they’re sporadic, too.
I have a friend who has never failed to send a card for appropriate holidays. Her mom sends them, too. They arrive within days of one another.
I am not that organized.
So my mom’s weekly ritual of filling out the note and folding it into the envelope and dropping it into the mail box is one that demonstrates her devotion to my daughter. And we’re so blessed by that devotion.
As we age, the rituals of our lives together fade.
We used to swim on the summer league team and dad would make us milkshakes before meets.
We used to open one gift every Christmas Eve, it was always new pajamas and always from my Dad’s mom (though we learned later my mom had bought them, wrapped them, and signed Nell’s name).