Saturday, March 14, 2009

Notes from Heaven

Lately Gamble's been writing notes to us before bed.

I think it's been going on for a while, but the notes started out simply. "I love you, Daddie," or "Can you please get me fresh water?"

He would slide these notes out under his door so that we would see them when we went to check on him.

I think a couple things happened since then: his writing has gotten better, and he's gotten less patient. Nicole and I might be sitting on the couch watching an hour of American Idol. Two or three times in the course of the show, we'll hear a piece of paper fall down from the second floor to the first floor. Sometimes, they're still simple. Sometimes, they're a little more complicated.

"Daddie, I've been a relly good boy. Can you please lay out my close for me?" was one of the more recent ones.

"I relly like the smell of the new vix you got me Daddie."

He's claiming that he wants to start writing letters and mailing them. You never know; you may receive a handwritten note from him sometime in the near future.

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