Three things written …

A letter from my son asking me to mail him fried chicken; lol.

A card from (perhaps) my future daughter-in-law asking if there is anything she can do for me.  How gracious!

An old blackberry preserves recipe, reminding me of countless days of blackberry picking … sweet berries … pesky thorns … little neightborhood guys asking if I would make them blackberry cobbler … if they picked the berries.  Not sure how many pies I made, and they ate, but it was a goodly number.

Three things written … three gifts from God … a precious son … a kind little lady … sweet memories!  Thank you, Father!