thankful for letters

If there's one thing that I love, it's letters.  I love checking my mailbox; I love finding small, slightly-larger-than-square, colorful envelopes adorned with handwriting. It's my favorite reason to check my mailbox.  Because let's all be honest, bills, and coupons I'll never use are boring and adult, and therefore, super lame. In my brain, a letter represent more than just goodness in my mailbox.  It represents effort.  Someone who intentionally grabbed a pen, a piece of paper or a card, and sat down to tell me about their life, to share a word of wisdom or encouragement, or simply to write something, no matter how silly or stream-of-consciousness.  I love that-- and it consistently fills my heart with gratitude.  I am blessed, indeed, to have friends near and far who know my heart-- and fill my mailbox.