I went to the mailbox today and discovered something of antiquity resting on top of the pile. It had a person’s actual handwriting on it and it was addressed to me! And to top it all off it was from a cherished and beloved friend of mine who lives afar. Long ago, this friend and I kept a journal of sorts that went back and forth between us in letter form. This was prior to us being married and having babies and houses to keep up. I should dig that up and reminisce about the old days. I used to have quite a bit of “letter writing energy”, as dear Hilga Lyle and I used to call it. I have slacked and lost interest in it, mostly because it takes time to write it out by hand. I guess you would call that laziness. I find typing to be so much more interesting and a better tool at grasping my ideas quickly enough to land on the paper. But there is something magical and wonderful about receiving a hand written letter.

So, thank you, dear friend who wrote me a letter (you know who you are) and yes, you did make me smile.

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