When Last We Met

Dearest Tillie,

You can't imagine how relieved I was to hear that you are on your way! Already, I am planning a series of new adventures in my little wood. It is as if the very idea of company has re-awoken something braver in this old heart.

I've spent the last few days sorting through the photo books and mementos from our last outing, and the nostalgia has made me restless. How I long to be out and moving again. Yes, you heard that right. I want to be out.

The nostalgia has me in its grip, and I thought perhaps you'd enjoy a few snapshots to ponder on your journey.

Until you arrive,
Mammabear.