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.
It may be a dying art, but it is not yet dead, at least down here in the heart of Texas. Yesterday, I received a lovely, handmade, hand-written note of thanks for… well, doing my job. A truly memorable note … Continue reading