It doesn’t have to be about anything monumental. And think about the people whose day you could make—parents, an old friend, a child. When my daughter was at camp last summer,
I wrote her meandering letters about breakfast, her cat, and this:
The dishwasher broke! I know, it really is Thrillsville around here. And once we started digging around in the clogged
filter, we found all kinds of things we didn’t know were missing—silverware and plastic knives and some weird scraper thing that I honestly don’t think was ours to begin with.
She loved getting the letters, but more surprising, I loved writing them—reflecting on the day’s small pleasures and on the happy ache of missing her.