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Thursday, February 25, 2010


You know those days when something happens and it just makes your entire year?

Like your parents telling you that you are going to Disneyland for the first time.

Or you finally conquer something that you have been working on for a long time.

I had one of those moments this week...

My moment came in a small red,blue, and white envelope with tiger stamps all over it.

Large block letters spelled "AIR MAIL".

I opened it up quickly and read, " My dearest daughter Kati." My eyes quickly filled with tears. Where they happy or sad tears? both.

Happy because this letter was from Raju, Amma and Blaine. My family from India. I was so happy to hear that they still thought of me as a daughter, even though I was oceans away.

Sad because I missed them so much and wanted to hear them vocalize these sweet words to me.

The letter tore at my heart. He told me how they had celebrated ammas 27th birthday and how much they missed us there with them. They even sent a picture of amma blowing out her candles. He reminded me constantly of how everyday they miss us and pray for us. Raju told me how much him and amma missed me and how amma still cries because she misses us so much. He thanked me for how much love we gave them, but I feel as if they gave us so much more love.

I miss their simple, pure love.

Their love showed me how God loves us everyday.

I never thought that a handwritten letter would make my year.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Back from India...

but still my mind is filled with thoughts of India...

Amma, Raju, Blaine.
My students.
The nights filled with stars.

The simplicity of just being.

I miss the simplicity.

Now I feel rushed again. Like I am on overdrive.

I think India has more hours in a day than America.

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