Dear Ms. Feverfew –
The other night when we told the Professor about you, he asked if you knew where we lived. I told him that you have our phone number and that maybe someday you will call us.
Now every time the phone rings, he makes a mad dash for it, yelling, “Mom – we have to get the phone!!! It might be her!!!”
Heartbreaking and oh so tender, all at the same time.