Hope everyone is enjoying their autumn. This week's challenge has a little bit of seasonal wonderfulness to it, at least in word choice. The creative Ms. Mishka Jenkins came up with this week's challenge: Write a love letter. (Let’s go with 400 words or less). Has to include the words- Sweet, Pumpkin, and Brush. I can't wait to see what the other authors in this group come up with. I wish I could say I was surprised by the direction my letter took, but now that I read it again, I know I'm not. This is a real love letter, to one of the two loves of my life.
Hello my sweet boy,
Maybe one of these days you’ll be sorting through the archaic archives of my website and come across this letter. Perhaps it will be a surprise for you. Or perhaps I’ll have told you all about it at some point. If you’re a grown man by now and I’ve been lucky enough to be a part of your life for this long you likely know that your mother is terrible at keeping secrets.
I think this challenge was supposed to be fiction, but as I sat down this morning, all I could think about was you and the little person I watch you becoming. Right now you have the most angelic face. You also have the most evil laugh. Dancing, singing and drumming seem to be your favourite things this week. And you still hate getting your hair washed. When I come near you with a brush you’d think I was about to chop your head off. I love your little blonde curls, but if this keeps up, I might have to go against my own wishes and get your hair cut.
It’s October here and Halloween is just ten days away. As usual, I’m behind schedule and have no costume for you. If you ever stumble upon pictures of you dressed as a two-year-old Aristotle, you’ll know mommy and daddy wrapped you in a bed sheet at the last minute and tried to pass you off as a philosopher. Man, I hope I don’t end up doing that to you. But in case I do, I’m sorry!
My head is always full of ideas of great and wonderful things for us to do. Roast pumpkin seeds, rake all the leaves into a big jumping pile (this failed not only because of my lack of initiative, but because Hurricane Gonzalo blew them all away), go to the museum… but our days seem to get lost in long snuggly naps and never-ending games of chase and “One more book!”
Every day you surprise me with something new, and I think it’s fair of me to speak for Daddy too when I say that watching you grow and learn and become a little person with will and thought and purpose astounds us. We love you. We love how you change. And we look forward to a lifetime of watching you blow our minds.
I can't wait to read the letters everyone else wrote this week. I wonder how many will be fiction, and how many real? I love seeing the way we can all start at the same place and end up in so many different places. Let's start with Leslie Hachtel and see what kind of love letter she has for us.