It has been a long time since someone passed love notes to me. So imagine my surprise when a handsome, younger man took interest in this forty-something woman and began carefully penciling words of admiration on paper and sneaking them to me.
I, of course, blushed and could not help but smile. My young admirer would pause, deep in thought, then begin to carefully form his words on the paper, painstakingly making every letter perfect for the woman of his dreams.
"Do you like me?" his notes began. I would pencil in my response. "I like you very, very much."
"Do you love me?" he continued. I replied, "I love you even more each day."
And so it continued until we pulled into the parking lot of the Bronx Zoo. As we walked past the World of Birds, the buffalo, and the monkey house, we held hands. When his hazel eyes looked up and locked with mine, my heart was his. This was a special day for this six-year-old, as he was spending it with the most important woman in his life -- his mother -- and everything in the world seemed just as it should be.
After a fun-filled day at the zoo, our family was happy, tired, and ready to head home.
"Mom," my son asked, "on our way home can we write more love notes to each other?"
I pause. I know that one day, although I will still get a mother's day card in the mail, someone else will be getting the love notes. I look at my handsome, loving boy and know that whoever she is, she'll be the luckiest woman in the whole world.
"You betcha," I reply.