Every Monday or Tuesday, we get a letter from my mother. It isn’t usually anything earth-shattering in terms of news or updates but instead just a catch-up of what’s happening for them, what the weather is like, questions about what’s happening with us, etc. Like so many things that happen with regularly, it is too easy to take them for granted. I was reminded of that after my mom had surgery last year and for about three months, we didn’t get any letters from her while she recovered. During those weeks, it was a reminder of how wonderful it is that she takes that time for us to write those letters every single week. There’s something beautiful about the letter that comes and knowing that those papers were held by her and that the words were written by her with her pen. It is a beautiful gift she shares every week.