The Thrill of a Letter

I went to an 8-week girls summer camp up in Northern Wisconsin from age 8 to 14. Every day after lunch, except Sunday of course, all of us girls ran as fast as we could to the camp’s “post office” to receive the daily mail. The days I got nothing I could feel the tears well up in my eyes as I only saw my parents one day over those 8 weeks. But when I did get a letter I’d run back to the cabin for rest time and read it over and over, cherishing every word until the next bell rang.

Now I love receiving a beautiful invitation or birthday card in the mail, but long gone are the days of opening a letter from a family member or friend that tells a story, asks questions and requests a response. I miss the thrill of opening the envelope, admiring the stationary and gliding across the page of written words.

So I recently wrote one to an old friend. It felt good to think about what I wanted to say, rather than typing away and impatiently hitting the send button. I’m hoping to write more letters, and look forward to the days when I’m excited to go to the mailbox again.

What about you? Do you ever write letters anymore?

*Stationary by Petunias