It was a day of drifting fog and intermittent rain . . . perfect for writing the Christmas thank you notes.
When they were young, the boys and I would do this together . . . and occasionally I would receive thank you notes from the family members who'd been charmed by the boys' letters. Then, of course, I'd have to write a thank you for the family member's sweet note . . .
I don't know if this is a generational thing or a Southern thing but I do know I'd be haunted by my mother and grandmother if ever I quit writing thank you notes . . .