While my granddaughter sleeps I am making a journal for her to read someday, with stories about her first days, about our family, and about the place where she was born. On each page I’m including some sketches of what I see in her city, with some descriptions of what I see and why I think it’s interesting and worth remembering. The mailbox might be vanishing but I still love writing this letter to her on paper, with my own scrawly hand and my own hand-made sketches. They’re a letter of love that I hope she enjoys someday.

A sketch shows an electric scooter parked next to a U.S. Postal Service mailbox.A colorful sketch depicts a historic red-brick building with green architectural details, complemented by nearby trees and streetlights.