Warmth

Summer is not my favorite time of year. I know that sounds strange, since I live in Florida (a different topic for a different post). But when I get in the car and see that it’s a brutal 116 degrees, it’s not fun. But then, there are all kinds of warmth that I welcome.  For example, when I look at the older guy sitting across the room, I wonder where the years went. In November we will celebrate our 48th anniversary. Our children are grown and some have children of their own. So, we have been through a lot of good times, and bad; happy and sad. And still–well, we will be married for 48 years. Does that say a lot? I think so.  Seeing my children doing well and happy in their lives is a warm feeling. My affectionate Yorkie makes me smile.

But a letter that arrived in the mail on Monday made me happier than anything else could have. It was from a lady who won a copy of “My Name is Rebecca: A Novelette” on my goodreads giveaway. Aside from her compliments on my writing and on the story itself, which of course made me feel good, was the fact that she took the time to write that note to me. With the world in the turmoil that it’s in and with so much negativity around us, this lady took the time to write a personal note to me about my  book. I can’t even begin to describe how that makes me feel and how inspirational it is to continue with my writing. I will always treasure that note and keep it with me.

So, there is proof that a kind act can be accomplished with just a few minutes of our time. I thank her from the bottom of my heart.