July 3, 1997
Dear Matt phoned yesterday. . . . I have been reading some of the notes he wrote me as a boy. I laughed at the time--still do--but probably should have taken the little notes more seriously. They were an outpouring of his heart. Time is teaching me that children are, after all, real people with deep feelings and thoughts just as valuable as an adults--maybe more valuable. They are sensitive and bright from the very beginning.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment