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And because they're often unexpected or occasional, they're associated with delight. They therefore associate it with receiving a gift, subconsciously giving it more value. How many emails do you get a day? How many texts do you send and receive? And how many do you delete or allow to get buried beneath piles of new messages, never to be seen again? Handwritten letters have a type of meaning that don't allow you to simply click "delete.
The letter and the thoughts stand still in time—to hold onto what life was like all that time ago. Through handwritten letters, I've expressed my gratitude and acknowledged the impact they had on my life. I wanted these special people to know how I felt, because they were the difference between me being a truant or an achiever. These three letters in particular were incredibly meaningful to me, because I always wondered if they knew how much I appreciated what they had done for me.
There's nothing worse than having something to say, but keeping it inside. Looking back, some of the people I wrote letters to have since passed away. I'm so grateful I had the opportunity to share my gratitude and to be specific in how they changed my life. How long has it been since you last wrote a handwritten letter to someone you love? Mother's Day just passed and Father's Day is quickly approaching.
Perhaps you have an upcoming anniversary or a friend with a birthday on the horizon. The best gift you can give is the release of words, on paper, through a handwritten letter. Very few people take the time to put pen to paper and express their feelings.
It's time-consuming, requires vulnerability and in truth, well, seems a little old-fashioned. Yet, who doesn't long to receive a handwritten letter in the mail? I bet, to this day, you still walk to the mailbox with anticipation, thinking that just maybe, there's a letter for you.
There's no feeling like it when someone taking the time to share their feelings in a letter meant just for you. And when I think about that it still breaks my heart. Maybe you can come to mine. It is morning here. There is no need to describe people and places, when they can rapid-fire pictures on Instagram. Except for a two-week stint at camp, my daughter never wrote or received any. My son never has. There's one from my year-old boyfriend at sleepaway camp.
I left at the end of July and he stayed until the end of August. Along with the letter, he sent starred shoelaces inside the Snoopy and Woodstock envelope.
I love you very much. I will see you next year at sleepaway camp and love you the same. At my new camp we were required to write home every week and my father, now dead for more than a decade, wrote back often.
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