Correspondence
I have become friends with a 3-year-old. I’ve been having “play dates” with her since she was born. As a gift, I had offered her mother a night of babysitting so she and her husband could go out for dinner. After one night, though, I had fallen in love, and I asked her mother for more. So for three years, once or twice a month, we have been play-dating. This week her family is moving to California. So I asked my little friend to write a letter to me from California. “Yes,” she said. “I will write you a P and an N and an L.” Boy, am I going to miss that kid!