I wrote Fisher an email the other day and said:
Dear Fisher –
I just wanted to tell you how much you mean to me. I adore you. You are so sweet to me and are always sharing things with me and saying kind words. You are such a treasure to me. Do you know what that means? You are very important to me and I always think of you when I’m thinking of things I love and adore.
I just wanted you to know.
Thank you for writing to me and thank you for giving me the fish.
I am wondering if you have seen the choir my mom has been playing for us. I like the drums the most and I like the people and I like Robert E. Lee’s words about duty. I want to have courage and I might grow up to be a doctor.
I love you.
Write back to me, okay.
OK, I may be a tad bit prejudice but I think that might just be the most precious thing I’ve ever heard.
[His Mom wrote:
PS: word for word out of his mouth . . . he really wants you to watch the choir from my blog last week. He watches if over and over and over. He sits in front of the computer and sings along with it. He hopes you like it as much as he does.]