Its a tender, difficult and incredibly sacred experience.
I found the letters from our oldest daughter while she was served in Saudi Arabia during Desert Storm and our middle daughter's regular reports of how she was doing in bootcamp prior to her assignment in Iraq. I remember how I looked for those letters to calm my heart and confirm that they were both alive and well. I cried over them then, and I cried over them now.
I found the sweetest little drawings and thank-you cards from little grandchildren.
I found a funny little Halloween story about scary pumpkins and heroic little boys from my brave little son.
I found loving letters from our youngest girl who always felt the need to apologize for the smallest of infractions, silly child.
I found those yearly birthday cards from a loving mother so dearly missed.
...and every single card and letter my beloved ever sent me.
Yep, I'm keeping them. EVERY SINGLE ONE OF EM.