A handwritten letter--like precious jewels, traveling, an excellent four-course meal or mountainscape views--is one of the finest things in life. I wrote one today and it was therapeutic. I received one recently and it was incredibly heartwarming. I gave one to my grandmother for her 85th birthday and she was gushing of graciousness.
Being on both the sending and receiving end has reminded me how much I adore the intrinsic beauty found in a handwritten letter, a notion that was reiterated in a book I read cover-to-cover tonight, No One Ever Told Us That by John Spooner.
"I know it's old-fashioned, but I love letters. I love to write them and receive them. I enjoy the quality of the stationary and the hardness of fine card stock. And, as in many things in life, I enjoy the anticipation; what's in the note or letter? And I think more weight is given in something handwritten. Often, the real letters are saved as a memory of something special. People never forget simple acts of kindness, done in a very personal and old-fashioned way. E-mails and texting don't grab you by the heart in quite the same way."
He displays this love through his collection of 59 letters to his two grandchildren which offer both practical and endearing advice for people "on the cusp of becoming something scary: grown-ups." Stumbling on this book this weekend not long after stocking up on fresh stationary for the new year re-inspired me to make the time necessary to put pen to paper. Have a good Monday!