I love getting letters. Something hand written by someone I love. It does not matter what it is.
My cousin's kids send me post cards, and I send them post cards in return. It only takes a few minutes to send the post card, but they talk about the post cards I send them of interesting places that I have been to... or of next door if I have not been anywhere. They love to get parcels most of all, but I refuse to spoil them to much. I am happy to spoil them a little.
My Nana is a person that I love to write to. I am unable to hold up my end of a converstaion over the phone. You would never know it, but I am not always good at talking to people especially when I can't see them. Putting pen to paper allows me to say things in an ordered method. My Nan is now getting older, and has never been much of a letter writter. She always seemed to be worried about spelling errors. That does not worry me at all. When I receive a letter from her (no return address, but I can tell it is hers based upon the hand writing) my heart beats a little bit faster and I can hardly wait to read the wisdom that she has chosen to impart. I also don't mind reading about the weather and the triumphs of all her other grandchildren and now great grandchildren. The effort that even writing a letter now makes these treasures. It's something that we share, special between us.
I also often write to my friend Chantel. She has two little children, and I never know when the right time to call is. So I write to her and she writes back to me. I love the trials and tribulations that her children present her with. I also love hearing of their successes.
To me it does not matter if it is written neatly or in a hurried scrawl, if I can't read all the words I make sense of the letter anyway. I don't care if it's written on a sheet of pretty paper or not. It's the time taken. It's the care. It's the romance of it all. It's the effort, to get a stamp and post it. This really is no effort at all, but it is more than picking up the phone or punching out an email.
Don't get me wrong, I like phone calls and emails. But I love letters. Receiving them makes me feel special, sending them is just one way I can show that I care.
Think about it. Maybe there is someone that you know whose day you could brighten by taking the time to get a card and add some words, or take a piece of paper while sitting on your lunch break. Share a memory or words of support or nonsense. Whatever works for you. You don't need to write pages. Knowing that you are in someone's thoughts and that they felt that they needed to take action, can be all that is required.
There are not enough days to make someone feel special. There are not enough ways. This one is simple.
When was the last time you received a letter in the post?