I love getting letters in the mail. All the better if it’s a big package! There’s a nice kind of surprise, a feeling you can only get with mail. It’s like magic, you know. Just when you think your day couldn’t be any more ordinary, suddenly a letter appears on your table (because your mom picked up the mail)! Even if you are expecting it, it’s a lovely anticipation to wait for something you expect to get, not knowing if it will come today or tomorrow… or never.
But we aren’t dwelling on lost mail! (I’m still put out at the one time I sent a postcard with words I painstakingly thought out for almost an hour – it’s a postcard, remember – and the recipient didn’t receive it, bah) We are going to talk about a package I received from a dear friend today. 🙂 I have been expecting it because
she he told me, but when I saw the box on my computer table it just feels like magic! Like, wow, did I think this package into reality?
The gifts were wonderful, of course, no question.
She He gave me something that had a lot of meaning to herself himself, and something she he knew I would love. (Hey, I’m so easy to give gifts, just check my About page out.) But the most wonderful of her his gifts were not the gifts themselves, but her his letter.
For some reason, it is only today that I came to appreciate the gift of a letter. Don’t get me wrong, I love my gifts, love them, love them, but I love the letter even more (even though
she he said she he was just writing gibberish). I found the letter to be so personal. Handwriting, penmanship, that’s really personal. It’s the product of your hand(s). And what are your hands if not an extension of yourself, the instruments which fulfill the actions of what your head and heart desire to do?
(Needless to say, I think
her his handwriting is lovely. I even saved the postage note on the box because it has her his signature.)
I knew handwriting is something special and personal. I mean, I did think up my Handwritten Valentine project! But I never truly realise how much a person’s handwriting can mean to me.
I adore every line, every dot, every curve, every word in that simple letter.
Random: Buttermilk is my new favourite word.
Edit: I’ve crossed out the gender pronoun of the sender of my gifts and replaced with the other gender pronoun. Just an experiment; wondering if that makes any difference to the post. 😉 Do you think?