for when they’re grown
One day they’ll read what you wrote them.
Write to your kids now. A few lines each birthday add up to something no one else can give them.
A letter a year
The evening before each birthday, Cuote reminds you. Five minutes, a few sentences, done.
Or any day
First day of school, a hard week, an ordinary Tuesday you want them to know about.
Kept with everything else
Letters sit beside their sayings and drawings, and go into the book of that year.
