Some say the fine art of correspondence has fallen by the wayside in this electronic age. My friend Winnie recently said in her beautiful, handwritten letter, "When did it become standard practice to send only snippets of communication through time and space and consider it 'staying in touch' with people we care about?"
And I don’t want to take it for granted.
Not when every day is like Christmas at the mailbox. I creep up on it, wondering, hmmm, will there be … ? I gingerly pull open the door with my thumb and index finger, like I’m tearing beautiful wrapping paper and peering inside …
… and yes! I see handwriting! And not faux-computer-generated-to-look-like-handwriting print on another one of a thousand requests for a donation for this or that. (I’m generous. Really. I give. But I hate those sneaky envelopes.)
However. Handwriting! I love to see your handwriting!
And this. Calligraphy? Yes! (Thank you, Jacquie.) This is why…
… I’m doing it.
1 comment:
I owe you a letter! Laura
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