Handwriting
Do you remember my handwriting? Yours is on coolers at church still from when you marked them for a mission trip. One day, the labels will have faded so much that someone else will write over them. I don't know whether I'm longing for or dreading that day. Or maybe they will simply break, and they'll be thrown out with that last bit of you on them.
I wonder if I will still recognize your handwriting in ten years. Without context, that is. Actually, I don't know if I could do it now without context. On coolers and in notes in a shoebox beneath my bed, it will always be recognizable. I have to wonder, though.
Is my handwriting even similar enough to how it was in middle school for you to be able to recognize it? Is yours?
Did you ever read that letter?
I wonder if I will still recognize your handwriting in ten years. Without context, that is. Actually, I don't know if I could do it now without context. On coolers and in notes in a shoebox beneath my bed, it will always be recognizable. I have to wonder, though.
Is my handwriting even similar enough to how it was in middle school for you to be able to recognize it? Is yours?
Did you ever read that letter?