My mom used to write notes in my cold lunches on my napkins. I LOVED it, and used to show them off to my friends. Or sometimes I would keep them to myself. But, they would always tell me how lucky I am or ask what was on them that day. It was a thing.
This little treat was so important to me, it has become a tradition of sorts.
Now, I find myself writing notes in my son’s lunches every time he decides to take one. I was rushed only twice in the past couple of years and he noticed EACH time that I either didn’t change the note or did not include one. My artistic skills are subpar, but that does not take away the special feeling each one brings to him. (more…)