happy flying bee

As a child I hated them, but as an adult I’m positively addicted to handwritten notes. You so much as hug me on a bad day or surprise me with a soy latté, and you can bet you’re getting one.
    I’m a little embarrassed to admit it (and friends make fun of me for it!), but the urge to send notes overtakes me so often that during the year of my wedding prep, Mom actually asked me to stop mailing them to her.