Some letters make me laugh.
Some still break my heart.
All of them remind me that the most important moments in a life rarely announce themselves when they arrive.
Sometimes they look like a torn grocery bag.
Sometimes they sound like an old man complaining about coffee.
Sometimes they are nothing more than showing up at the same door, on the same morning, week after week.
Calvin was right.
Kindness is never wasted simply because no one applauds it.
And twelve years of Sundays were never a sacrifice.
