The day before Maria went to India, she scrawled these two hearts in the barn window back in the Pole Barn, in a corner without light. I didn’t see them until she returned, and we were out shoveling manure together. I never looked up at the window, and most days while Maria was away, Cassandra shoveled the manure out.

It was just as wonderful to see these hearts the other day, although I admit it would have also been nice to see them while she was in India. It was a lost love letter, now found.

I missed her, she left several notes and messages around for me, I loved seeing them. She also put a red “heart” bar of soap in the shower. I loved these two hearts, and I love being in love and being loved. It is the point, I think. We often forget the little things, but the little things are important.