This week I only wish I had a letter penned by my mother or my father. I wish I had one. I don't-but I know their secrets. Long ago I would sneak lookies at cards they left for each other on the wooden kitchen table. At the bottom of the card, under a signature was always ILYTM in tiny capitals. On his cards. On her cards. ILYTM I found out later, when I had the courage to ask, that it meant: I Love You The Most ahhhhh What little love letter quirks do you do?