Day 13: Austin, Texas.
People ask when he wrote the first love note. It was a first morning of rest after a many night journey, and the balcony reminded my feet they could be still for just a bit. The words on the lid of the coffee cup were just for me:
Welcome home, Scooby.
Yes, he calls me Scooby. And Bug. And I like them both.
I’ve taken photos of so many of the love notes. And I’ve saved every lid – there are more than 200 of them now. We’ve laughed about making the world’s largest shadowbox or perhaps turning them into a garland that goes on for days. But mostly, I keep them because they are like a map of our life. There are cheers and prayers and love songs and “we’ll get through this together.” We have. And we’ll continue.
I’m thankful.
Who needs a love note from you today? Who needs to know you’re happy that life includes them? Let me know what you’d say.