Long Distance Love

When I was dating my wife, there came a time when we found ourselves a great distance apart, geographically. She had moved to New York and I was living in Minnesota. I often went to the state park where we used to go on long walks and found small items-sometimes a pinecone, an acorn, a flower or even a well-preserved beetle. I mailed these items one by one to her in a secret box just to let her know I was thinking of her. It kept us close at a time when there were many miles between us.