Side note: Beautiful and moving, I love this.
She ripped the wings off of dragonflies and glued them to the backs of her dolls. “Now my dolls are angels mommy,” she told me, “they can go visit grandma and tell her we love her.” I smiled with tear-filled eyes.
“Grandma knows we love her, baby,” I said.
She smiled, but looked down. “I just wish I could send grandma a letter in the mail like the ones she used to send me for my birthday.”
I picked her up. “Oh, but you can,” I told her. She looked at me with questioning eyes. “Look,” I said, grabbing a sheet of printer paper. “Write to grandma on here with your coloring pens.”
She took out her box of pens and started writing ‘Grandma’ at the top. She colored a picture of them holding hands and smiling, ending it with her name at the bottom of the page. “All done mama,” she said, folding the paper in half.
“Okay, baby,” I smiled, “now watch.” I put a log in the fireplace and waited for the flame to grow. I set her note right on the very top of the log.
I picked her up and carried her out to our front lawn. I turned around and pointed to the chimney. “See the smoke,” I asked her. She nodded. “That is magical smoke. It carries your letter up to grandma so she can see it. That’s why it floats into the sky and then disappears. When it turns invisible, that means grandma is reading it.”
