I want to say I didn’t miss the bells.

I don’t reblog much (actually, I never have), but this is my heart. Please read these words. This Hannah Brencher is pretty wonderful and getting the right ink on the right paper with the right pen and this is no exception.

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“So sorry you missed Christmas– just sending a belated holiday wish! Good luck in St. Louis. You will be a smashing success!

Much love, Mom--”

I found the letter tucked in the side of my carry-on bag while waiting in the gate for a connecting flight. Little snowmen adorned the front of the envelope. The scribbles were familiar; they’ve been stretching across my memories for years.

She must have tucked the card, wedged it deep, when I wasn’t looking. When I was packing a bag or fixing my hair in the mirror. With every letter she leaves for me to find, my mama says “Carry me with you. I want to go wherever you’re going. I want to see whatever you’re seeing.”

 

“I feel like I already missed Christmas,” I said, tracing circles in the carpet just the night before. “I feel like it’s already gone.”

“You’re being…

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3 thoughts on “I want to say I didn’t miss the bells.

  1. Helena says:

    LOVED IT. That was lovely. I wanna grab someone sweet by the hand and throw glitter in the air… or keep working at this project map… same same. 🙂

  2. littlelionbeth says:

    Project map HMPH.
    I finished it and wanted to grab someone sweet by the hand and be all in a moment with snow and glitter and stuff. LOVE LOVE LOVE. I think gratitude is turning into my love language. People don’t have to thank me..they just have to start thanking. (and that’s not “thinking” with an awful southern accent.”

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