My Son, The Romantic: Love Letter To Lillian

My middle son is quite the romantic. You may remember his previous declaration of love for his kindergarten sweetheart: “Dad, I told Theresa at school that when I stare at her, my eyes turn into hearts."

Tragically, that relationship ended when Theresa’s family moved away last spring.

Now in first grade, he has set his sights on Lillian. Older single guys could learn a thing or two from my little guy about how to creatively express affection to a girl. Last week, for instance, he took 20 or so square yellow Post-it Notes, wrote “Lil” on each one, and then formed them into several capital “L’s”. How could any girl resist him?

But now he has outdone even himself. I found this Valentine’s Day letter-writing exercise in his home folder today:

In case you have trouble reading his writing, here’s a transcription:

“Dear Lillian,

You are a grate writer and reader. Is my writing bad or good? Tell me. I don’t care if it is bad or good. How abote we mary ech oter! I’m just kitting.

Love, Me”