Jordan had asked me a couple of days ago if I would send a note in the mail. I said yes. So, a day or so afterward I asked where the note was because I was headed to the post office. He couldn’t find it. He looked high and low and soon forgot about it.
I cleaned the car yesterday and under the seat was an 8X10 piece of paper folded all up. I opened it up and there was the ‘note’ to be sent. Sister Jenay, get your hanky out.
It was typed a two liner just like this:
Dear ant how much snow ar you getting down ther? How is popa? We will not be ther for Christmas. I hope you ar having a good time. What are you doing? Oh this is Jordan.
Out of the mouths of babes, thank you Jesus for their sweetness.