Little Things Mean So Much

My father-in-law would write love letters at the spur of the moment, hiding them in places where my mom-in-law was sure to find them. When he was away from home long trips, he would write to her every single day. And she kept every single scrap of paper, this self-confessed “unsentimental” woman would always throw out whatever junk cluttered the house. Ten years after his passing, she still cherishes every written word.