After the good food and conversation of Thanksgiving, Mom brought this out to share: a letter from my Dad to a very young me. Evidently there was a time in my life when going to school made me quite unhappy. This letter changed that. Oh, how it changed that.
"Dear Carol,
I can write this to you because I went to school and Vicki can read it because she went to school also. Everyone has to go to school so they can learn to read and write. I will be very happy when you can read and write. Be happy when you go to school and you will learn much faster.
Remember I love you.
Dad"
How lucky am I to have a Dad who would write such a letter of encouragement? And how lucky am I to have a Mom who would keep this letter to give to me so many years later?
