It's good to be loved again.

It's been too long.

Miss C.'s mama received me as a gift from her parents when she lost her bid for school secretary back in 4th grade. They wrapped me and my matching envelopes in pretty paper decorated with ice cream cones. A tiny pot of bubble-gum scented lip gloss was tied to the outside of the pretty package.

She had been so disappointed that day, but I remember the delighted look on her face when she opened up her gift. And I remember her mommy and daddy telling her that they were proud of her not matter what happened. She had given the election her best and that's all that mattered.

Twenty years later and that little girl is all grown up with a daughter of her own. My envelopes are long gone and I don't have that many sheets left, but Miss C. dragged me out of an old box and loves me just the way I am.

Today, we wrote this letter to her godmother. Who knows if she'll put it in the mail. It doesn't matter. She gave it her best and I'm proud of the girl she's growing up to be.