It’s almost cliche (OK, it is cliche) to suggest there’s nothing quite like real mail. I keep a file of sweet, handwritten notes and cards and pull them out on gray days just to make me smile. These two aren’t even written to me and give me an ear-to-ear grin.
the postcard from Ben:
Dear Mary, Sorry it’s taken me so long to send you a card. I just took a little while to pick the perfect card to send you. I had a couple. Some had hills and flowers from Tuscany and others had horses racing in the Palio, but I thought this castle was perfect. Can’t you imagine a princess living here? That’s why I picked it. I can’t wait to bring you back to Siena, I think you would really love it. As much as I love Siena though I have to say that I really miss you. I’m glad you’re excited to talk on Christmas because I am too. I thought about that for the first time about two months ago. Thinking about talking to you made me so happy that I just started laughing. I can’t believe how lucky I am to have you as my sister. I remember when mom first told me she was pregnant with you. I wasn’t supposed to tell anyone so I just smiled instead. I smiled so much that I even grinned while swimming at swim team. I love you little Mary. Love, Ben
and the birthday card from my adorable niece Lizzy to Hans (keep in mind that Taylor Swift sings when you open the card):
Happy Birthday Hans! Since you’re such a manly man we knew you could handle a girly card. Also we’re (me and my mommy) sending you a girly book (kind of, sort of, not that much) in the mail. I liked it, so sorry if you don’t. You know what they say— give people gifts that you’d like to receive. hearts. Lizzy
p.s. If I were receiving this card I would like someone to tip me off that if I rubbed it against my face, I’d sparkle. Just sayin’.
I do realize this is the sort of post only I am interested in, but I can scarcely think of anything I’d rather record.
And maybe it will put a grin and some sparkle in your day too.