My mom came to visit recently.
She brought me this:
In case you can’t read my youthful handwriting, it says
I Love you so much I can’t say it I have (to) write it
Love Sarah
I think that explains a lot. That must be why I write. It’s still true!
I just can’t say it.
When I start a new story, I don’t always know what I am trying to say – I have to write to find out.
This is a good reminder as I am trying to find my new story in the mess I’m making.
And it takes so long.
And it’s hard.
But as I wade around in my mess, I will be checking in with Kelly Bennett’s blog – she’s kicking off a Year of Inspiration!
Sarah Wones Tomp
WRITING ON THE SIDEWALK
Writing on the sidewalk 
I love that she brought you that note! A treasure for sure! And so, so true.
xo
I know! It’s definitely one of my favorite mementos ever.
Oh my Gosh, Sarah, this brought tears to my eyes. What a lovely surprise from your mom. And a good reminder–sometime you can”t say it, you have to write it.
I think the best part is that I don’t remember writing it, and yet I do remember that kind of desperate overflowing of emotion! Glad you liked it too!
What a gift, Sarah! Fabulous that your mom saved it. My mother’s heart is overflowing!
I know, Kelly! It helps to be a mom to appreciate it. She also brought some incredibly boring letters from camp! ha!