I got home from work yesterday and stopped at the mailbox, as is my routine. There was a hand addressed envelope to me. I opened it up and it was a nice hand written note from Andra. Such a sweet gesture. I will treasure it.
But it got me to thinking. In the day of emails, texting and messaging, it seems that handwritten cards and notes have gone by the wayside. Now, I have horrible handwriting so nobody wants me to write them a letter I’m sure. But I always try and put a note in a card at least (even if the recipient can’t decipher my scribbles).
It meant that someone took time to actually write something and it is a heartfelt gesture. My card made me smile – as much for the gesture as the content. I’m thankful there are still people who value that.