Yesterday, I arrived home in the afternoon a little worn out. I flung the letter box open, ready to grab a fistful of bills and junk mail. Instead I was delighted to find a letter. A real, actual letter. Name and address handwritten.
Excited, I ripped it open to find a lovely letter from some friends living overseas, updating us on what they're up to. Included were a few beautiful snap shots of where they live. Instantly I felt uplifted.
I'd forgotten about the thrill of receiving a letter. Touching the paper a loved one has carefully written on. The excitement of reading about what a friend has been up to. Passing it round the table at dinner time and sharing its contents. Lovingly folding it back up and putting it somewhere safe to read again later.
Receiving a letter these days is even more special. It's so much more personal than an email quickly rattled off and shot into the ether. Someone taking the time and the effort to sit down and write, then stamping and posting an envelope, makes you feel important and cared for. I immediately wanted to sit down and write back, dinner and bedtime got in the way, but I'm determined to do it this week.
So, go on. Sit down and write a letter to someone and make their day.