Whenever I receive one, I make a cup of tea, sit in my favorite chair, and relish the time spent reading the cherished piece of mail.
A letter feels personal. Intimate. Someone took the time to pen their thoughts to me. I love that.
I write to my kids a lot. One day while face to face I asked my son, "do you even read my letters or do you just take the cash and run?!" He looked at me with the most insulted look! "of course I read your letters. They help me get through my week."
On Mother's Day last year, both of my kids were telling me that they "did good this year." I looked at them, puzzled. "You'll see" was their reply.
Together they made me a collage.
Pictures of us scattered throughout of days gone by. What I really loved were the notes. Notes that I had wrote to them and they saved them and put some on the collage. "The comforter" "I adore you" to name a few. I keep it hung close to my desk in my den. Notes mean a lot.
I found the perfect notecards. Teacups blended throughout the cards. Stacked cups, dozens displayed in rows, these cards are so English. I love them. So fun to write on.
Take a look for yourself.
How about you...do you still write handwritten notes?