Thursday, February 23, 2012
Clip from yesteryear.
So yes, she basically traumatized the crap out of me. So every day- yes everyday, Either between school and practice, or during lunch, or during class I would write him a letter. Some days it was informative, but many days - having nothing specific to tell him - I'd write a story in like 8 parts (in my mind the serial format would give him something to look forward to the next day. I would send him advice on finding "Miss Right" I would make up a code and write him a letter in that code - and ask him a question in code - so he had to figure out the code and answer. (good thing he was in intelligence)
He kept ALL my letters!! All of them. Too many for a shoebox. A BIG box.
We were talking about my letters (and he did say he enjoyed getting them in the mail) the last time he was in NJ last month. He then e-mailed me this clipping a few days ago. All the letters & cards on the desk behind the book were mine. The one on the desk under the bottom corner of the book even had a picture of me glued to it!