There was no logistical reason for her to write my name on the paper sack that held my lunch. I, alone, carried it from our kitchen table to the bus to my locker at school. Still I looked for it every day, along with the small note. It was only ever a few words, like have a good day, or I love you, but truth be told, it filled me much more than the half sandwich enclosed.

Knowing how little it takes to make someone’s day, I wonder why we don’t do it more. I need to do it more. Give compliments. A smile and a wave. Write letters — small notes even. Because it always comes back. I was schooled from the best. 

Yesterday, I wrote two cards. Sealed them with wax, placed the international stamp in the corner, and walked them to the mailbox. This morning, I opened a random sketchbook, looking for inspiration for the blog, and there it was, a note saved from my mother — “To my little feathered friend — Love you forever and for always!” — and my heart is full. 

I hope you can hear them, these songs of hope, songs of joy, truth, and inspiration, these tiny messages of love I send out on wings. They didn’t start with me — They must not end here.