I have a trunk in our storage room in the basement that my mom had in college. It’s been wallpapered and even covered in fabric. It now holds old trophies (4th grade 3rd place spelling bee), old photos, my diplomas and old letters from everyone. I opened it up the other day to search for a letter I could share with the ladies at my letter-writing club. There were several from my mom and a few from my grandma and it was so nice to see their handwriting and feel the paper they had touched and written on.
I love getting mail. No, not junk mail or the water bill, but real mail. Handwritten letters or notes from anyone. It makes me feel so loved and thought of when I get a letter. It really is the thought that counts and it does count.
A while back, I decided I needed to try something new and venture into unchartered territory. I decided that I would try to create a new “club” of sorts and thought a letter-writing club would be just the thing. Who doesn’t love receiving a letter in the mail?
So, last night I had several ladies over to the house and we did just that. We chatted, and ate cookies and I shared one of the letters I came across in my trunk that my mom had written to me after I got married and then we each wrote a letter. It was wonderful. I had stationery for each of us, stamps, pens and pencils and sealing wax to finish off the letters. It was something new for all of us and I hope they enjoyed it as much as I did.
Each month we’ll gather and write letters and maybe even have a theme or write to soldiers serving across seas, or to nursing home residents who don’t receive mail. The thought is what counts and the love that goes into the envelope is what will be felt when they open their letter. The content of the letter isn’t always important, but just showing them that they are thought of and appreciated is what the purpose of our little club will be. I’m really looking forward to this new little adventure and hope it brings joy to the ladies who come as well as to those who receive our letters. Sincerely yours, Stephani