Treasure these messages

The messages did make it safely home with me, tucked into the front of the Diary. I did tack them to my wall in my bedroom at my mother’s house, for a while (obviously I didn’t want to put them up at Ed’s house, as he was upset enough that I’d spent so much time with the boys.) The messages have been lost, though. I keep hoping, as I move from place to place and pack and unpack my various treasures, that they will magically reappear. I now have no idea what was written on them, except that it made me happy.