To: Mommy
From: Mikey
He'd stand at the little round table in the kitchen and write away.
He'd fold that little piece of paper up.
He'd run right around the kitchen counter to where his mommy was standing.
He'd proclaim "My have something for you!".
He'd proudly unfold and read the contents of his love letter.
He'd do this over and over again, with a new letter and change not one thing.
And...He'd melt his mommy's heart every single time.
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