There is truly nothing more wonderful to me then to go to my mailbox and discover a letter inside of it. Not junk mail, not magazines, not bills, but an honest to God letter. It’s so exciting. To be able to curl up on a couch and delve into the treasure of someone else’s words directed only to you. The letter is devoured multiple times and a response is drafted and carefully labored over. Each missive is a gift of time and words. No value can be ascribed to a few sheets of paper and some ink.
I had pen pals as a child, one girl and I wrote back and forth for years until she got married at 17 and started having kids. She actually sent me a letter explaining that now that she was a married woman she had to limit contact with unmarried women. It was hard to lose that friend. To lose those letters.
A cousin of mine is now living in Emgland with her new husband. Our primary method of communication is letter writing. Everytime I open my mailbox and see the envelope signifying a letter from her I get incredibly excited. Contained within is news, stories, advice, comments and just generalities connecting us across the distance.
I adore writing. I have stationary. I have fancy pens, sealing wax, a stamp, and line guides. Truly nothing makes me happier than crafting a letter. Other than perhaps reading one.