She ran from her room, dragging her wagon behind, banging it into walls as she went. In her wagon, some of her most priceless treasures: crayons, crinkled paper, and safety scissors.
She turned her chair from the table and flopped to her knees, transforming the chair into a table just the right size for her small frame. She sang “You are my sunshine” as she carefully took the crinkled paper from the wagon and smoothed it with her sleeve, complete with remnants of breakfast’s cream of wheat, and lunch’s spaghetti and meatballs.
She took a crayon; her favorite color: brown, and began making circles of every size all over the paper. Next, she took another crayon; this time red and beside of the o’s, she carefully drew x’s of all size.
“Mom, can I have a lope?” she asked.
“You know, you put a letter in it to mail when you write to grandma.”
“Oh, an envelope.”
“Uh, huh. That’s what I said; a lope. And I want a pretty one, please.”
She folded the crinkled paper, complete with o’s and x’s and carefully placed it inside of the envelope her mother had given to her. Then, after she licked and sealed the envelope, she tenderly kissed it.
“Mom, can I have a stamp?”
“May I have a stamp, please?” mom corrected.
“That’s what I mean, may I please?”
Mom handed her the stamp.
“Is there anything else that I can get for you?”
“Not yep, yes.”
“Yes, please. May I have His address?”
“I beg your pardon,” mom replied.
“You know, to where God lives, in Heaven. I made something for Him and I want to mail it. It’s a love note, ‘cause I’m so in love with Him.”
Faith, trust, innocence and unwavering devotion. Father, in my maturity, help me to remain a child, forever in love with her Father.
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