A wonderful week! It was my birthday on Wednesday and it has been a perfect week of dearest friends and pink cupcakes and silver sprinkles and birthday cards and blown kisses and sprawling books and floaty dresses and rainy day movies and spring tulips and silver rings and my family's handwriting--I love the light thump on the doorstep when an envelope bearing my mother's writing arrives in mid-winter.
I love my family's alphabets. My father has extraordinarily beautiful writing; dark and slanted and elegantly scripted. He has the sloped fountain pen writing I think Rebecca would have had. My mother has the swooped and dashed and hurriedly looped, felt tip writing of a mom in a hurry. My sister has the careful, precise writing of a lefty and my brother has the angular writing of someone who's thoughts move faster than the pen. Doesn't seeing the writing of people you love make you miss them more and less at the same time? That happens to me. It is an indelible hug.
Also this week, the season shifted. Just for a moment, it may not last, but just for today, it is spring. And in other lovely news, Misha from the marvellous blog, My Love Affair with Books wrote a wonderful review! A lovely week.