The Hand That Signed the Paper

It wasn't until I got home that I realised I'd had too much to drink at the work do last night.

I was lying on the couch opening my mail and what have we here? It's Christmas cards from my two cousins, Mocky and Melon. Melon is only three and he'd painted two angels on the front with glitter glue. Inside my aunt had written, "Dear hazelblackberry and Grumpy, Merry Christmas, Love from..." and then in his stubby little three-year-old hand Melon had written his own sweet name. I got Love from Melon!

I lay on the couch half-sobbing with delight, "He wrote it himself; he wrote it himself..." Grumpy's eyes did roll mercilessly. But he took pity on me this morning and did a detour past Maccas before depositing me at work.

He wrote it HIMSELF, you know. It's all too beautiful.