Last night, as I was cleaning up and getting ready to turn out the kitchen lights before bed (which makes my kitchen sound much tidier than it is), I noticed a sheet of paper on the table.

Sophie had asked me earlier how to spell “this” but I wasn’t really paying attention. The writing is hard to decipher, so I’ll translate. It says:

This is for you. We all love you so much. We all do.

I’m not certain who the intended recipient was (though I have a good idea) and it doesn’t really matter. It was just a really nice piece of writing.  A nice thing to see, right before bed.