Love Letters

So, it is entirely too obvious that I have not posted in a very long time. A lot has happened during that time but I won't attempt to do any sort of recap - it would be overwhelming to write and to read, for sure.

One important thing worth mentioning - I had a baby. His name is Aidan and he is the love of my life. The past six months have been a winding road of challenges, joys and inspirations I never could have imagined. It has been a wild ride and I am so grateful for what life has given me and my husband.

The main reason I'm back online, however, is not to write about the path of pregnancy, pain of delivery and what it's like to create life (although I'm sure these things will find their way into my posts as they have changed the way I look at the world in many ways).

The reason I am back is a box of letters. It is sitting on my kitchen table as we speak. It contains nearly 100 love letters written to my grandmother from my grandfather while he was in bootcamp. They recently came into my possession after my grandmother's passing. My aunt thought, if anybody, maybe I could "do something" with them.

Well, the first thing I am going to do is try and read them - and anyone who has a child under the age of one knows that sitting down to read even the newspaper is a feat of skill and daring. But these are my grandmother's love letters. And something is telling me they deserve to be read and that maybe there is a story in there waiting to be told.

I will be reading the letters and reflecting on them here. I was going to create a new blog but changed my mind - how much more delicious can you get in the world of words than an actual primary source?