I don’t remember if Brad didn’t have any money that year or if he ran out of time, but he wanted to give me a card for Mother’s Day, so he made his own.
For years I’ve kept it close at hand, just like some of the letters to Santa my boys wrote. They warm my heart and make me feel very much loved.
The front says,
Dear Susan Carol Spess, Shay.
Happy Mothers Day
It’s decorated with all the things I love–Watermelon, flowers, a fountain, tulips. (Smart kid, huh?)
Dear Susan C Shay,
Hope you have a happy Mothers day.
Because this is a special day.
Happy Mothers Day. Yeah!!!
He signed it with a heart.
I’ve had many years of Mother’s Day cards and gifts–funny, happy and once in a while, sappy–and each one was very special because it came from my children or their father. But none of them is more special than this card from my little boy’s heart.
And the funny part? The part that makes me laugh and cry and want to hug my little boy one more time?
“P. S. Sorry this is not a real card.”
I think it’s among the realest cards I’ve ever received.
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