“If I want to talk to my kids, I just text them.”
“I texted my daughter to find out how the new baby was doing.”
“I saw on Facebook that my grandson had a 104 temperature this week.”
I wondered if I had anything to add to this conversation about communicating with our grown children. I had received a card in the mail, a short note from my daughter, hand written, stamped. Just letting me know she was thinking of me as she was doing some reading and studying. I saw the envelope on the counter when I got home and it made me smile. As I read it, I could imagine her sitting at Borders, a cup of tea and her pile of books. I thought of her husband, over in the music section. They probably both had their laptops and free wireless but holding that card in my hands gave me a moment to pause that I don’t get from a screen message.
Last week I stumbled on the Letter Writer’s Alliance and I knew I needed to sign up. I got my “membership” packet yesterday. I can’t wait to write a letter before I go to work this morning. And I think I need to stop at the Post Office. Those Forever stamps are not very interesting.
When was the last time you wrote a letter?