PapaLlama

You're shuffling through the mail. You see a colorful corner peeking out from the pile of junk mail and bills. It's a letter, addressed to you from your dear friend that you haven't seen in what now feels like forever. You see your friend’s handwriting. Maybe it has deep conversations written, or maybe it's something silly, or even a little doodle. Or all of the above. Isn't that what the best friendships are like? All of the above? You read the sign off and snap back into reality. You close it and leave it somewhere you can see. Your fridge, your desk, tacked up on a wall, or even left on a corner of the table because seeing that card serves as a reminder. You are loved. That's why I write. That's why I make these. That's how I feel when I get letters.