After more than a year of being able to spell only his own and Olof’s names, Tage has recently mastered the writing of mine as well.  For the past couple of weeks I’ve been finding scraps of paper all over the house with my name written in his kindergartener’s hand and a sprinkling of hearts to indicate how much he likes me.  At first I was saving them, but there got to be just way too many for that, so I’ve taken to tossing them in the recycling after a suitable amount of time has passed.  This one, however–one that he wrapped up with special care and presented to me as a gift–this one I’ll hang on to.