I recently read a quote that went something like this:
"Letters are the next best thing to showing up personally at someone's door".
The other day when I opened my mailbox I had this sweet invitation from a very special young lady that has surprised me numerous times with something in my mailbox.
She is young enough to be my daughter, but wise enough to understand how special a little something in the mail is to us old folks! (Thank you, Raimie!)
Upon opening her invitation I suddenly remembered a New Years Resolution I made back in January that this year I was going to write one letter a week to someone special to me. I think I did great for about two months and then unfortunately I let the busyness of life get in my way and that was the end of my letter writing.
So guess what I did today?
Nope, I didn't hardly touch the million to-do things on my list for this week.
I sat down at my desk and made a list of every single person I want to send a note to.
I started pulling out scrapbook paper, circle punches, tape runners, ink, ribbon and all kinds of other scrap pieces of crafting stuff.
And I got busy.
As I worked I thought about the bundle of letters and cards I have packed away for safekeeping that my husband and I sent back and forth to each other 33 years ago.
I thought about the phone call from my Mom a couple days ago telling me about the hand written letter she received from my grown son. (She's not the first person to tell me they got a letter from him.)
I thought about the huge box of cards and letters that were sent to me 10 years ago when I had Breast Cancer. I treasure those cards like you would not believe.
I thought about my elderly Aunt that I'm named after... the Aunt that in 52 years of my life has NEVER forgotten to send me a birthday card. Until this year. She is very elderly now and not able for much. I missed her birthday card more than you can even imagine.
I remembered the large manilla envelope I got in the mail for my birthday a couple years ago from my sister. I opened it and out fell about 10 birthday cards. Cards that she had purchased every year for my birthday, wrote a sweet note, signed... and forgotten to send (they had been sitting in the drawer of her desk)!!! I love that memory!
It really hit me today how important letters, cards and little packages mean to the person that opens their mailbox. I want to do better about hanging on to that old tradition.
So, tell me. Do you still write letters and send to friends and family?
Does your heart go pitter patter when you open your mailbox and find a hand written letter?
Do you feel like I do that letter writing is almost a lost art?
In two days I leave for New Mexico to spend almost a month with my folks.
Guess what I plan to do with part of my time? (Smile!)