Dear Uncle Steve
Dear Uncle Steve
The handwriting on the back of the postcard is large and flowing and the words are written in sparkly purple ink. That would have given away the author even if the salutation hadn't.
This is a picture of a snowman Danno and I made today. There is a place here that lets you turn pictures into postcards. Cool huh? I forgot how cold New Jersey is. Visiting with Grandma and Grandpa has been nice, but We're ready to come home where it's warm.
Steve chuckles. He can't help it. He tries to ignore the little bloom of happiness that comes from Grace calling Hawaii home. He should be focusing on how much he is going to harass Danny about being a wimp, but some how that seems less important.
I have to go to bed now, but Danno says we can go to the mall tomorrow and mail this. I hope your Christmas was nice.
It had been. Quiet, but nice. Steve smiles and nods though there is no one there to notice.
We'll be home for New Year's. Danno says he promised and he doesn't break his promises.
That's true. Steve can vouch for that even though there are times when he wished that Danny would just let something go.
We miss you! Love Grace
That little bloom of happiness explodes into a mushroom cloud as Steve reads the final words. A stupid grin that he can't seem to make go away curling the corners of his lips. For reasons he can't, or won't let himself, understand those five simple words have broken through his iron clad self control and have taken command.
Carefully he sets the card on the table then picks it up again and rereads it. After a moment's consideration he carries it up to the bathroom and tucks it into the mirror where he can look at the picture as he shaves and gets ready for work.