I find it very interesting how everyone's handwriting is always different these days. Yet I long for the standardized writing exercises of generations ago, all uniform and pretty much about the same. When I was in 3rd grade my mom was not happy with the lack of instruction for handwriting. So she purchased extra Shaeffer fountain pens and cartridges and each night I had to sit at the table and practice. I actually loved those moments. My friend, K, at college used to tease me that I drew my letters. She was correct. But that was then. As time and children took their tolls, I grew more lax. Once recognized, I have tried to slow myself down and write correctly. I know I can no longer ever write like Rebecca or Teri do. I just have to be me. But for today's photo, I've chosen Robert...his is always the same. These are some of the pages from his Valentines Day card for me.