I opened a little box this morning — a small, round, wooden box in which I expected to find a broach to wear.  I did find a broach — a turtle made of sterling silver and abalone shell. But I also found a one-inch post-it note with my name on it.  Just ‘Diana.’  In my Mama’s handwriting.  A 9-year-old post-it note.  Been thinking about it all day.