A birthday letter to me from my Papa. (a.k.a. Grandpa)
Papa's little girl, oh, how I love you.
And Papa would love to be with you on your birthday.
My little Sarah, Papa's dreaming of you.
Though you're many, many miles away.
Papa's little Sarah knows my heart beats true.
So my darling Happy Birthday.
And Papa is coming to be with your for Christmas.
I love this letter.
I love his handwriting.
I love how he called me darling.
And as I typed it,
I noticed a similarity to my own staccato writing style.
Starting sentences with "and" and "so".
Today is my birthday.
I'm now 34 years older than when he wrote the letter.
Papa's heart still beats true for me.
Only now it's in spirit.