Today I got the most lovely note from my mom. I walked to the mail box and I found the regulars, circulars, bills…and then I saw it. Something hand written and addressed to me. I savored the words over a cup of coffee. Just a short note and yet I felt like a queen.
I began to wonder who uses snail mail anymore? This year I received virtual birthday cards, have made friends on twitter, wrote on Facebook walls and “skyped” family at holidays. I’ve “IM’ed” my cousins who are in Italy. (My twelve year olds think this is hip, by the way)! I have been connecting…but I have not ventured into one of my most favorite haunts of old, a stationary store. I don’t even know of one in Madison and we have lived here almost 6 years. I have not lingered…longing to buy each pretty paper or a beautiful pen. I have not taken the opportunity to wonder who will get this lovely gift of paper and words straight from my heart. I regret that.
Before the age of technology, I wrote letters. Lots of letters. To my sweetheart studying in London, my sister in France or anyone I was thinking of…just because. I loved choosing stamps as much as I enjoyed finding beautiful stationery. But I have allowed connecting via cell phone and the internet to replace this simple pleasure.
My mom is so good at sending notes. She uses her computer. But honestly getting a note in the mail is a treasure! Thanks Mom.
I think I need to hunt down a Stationer. I need to choose that beautiful paper. And then I need to make a cup of tea and write a letter or two. Watch your mailbox because you might just get a love note from me.