
There’s something delectable about waiting until I am back home and sitting at my writing desk to look over the envelope. It’s like waiting to eat one’s desert. The anticipation.
I can’t help but grin ear to ear when I get notes from other countries from autograph collectors of a variety of ages. While I utilize email for most of my daily correspondence, I really like opening letters that are written on paper and have been sent through the post.
I will write more with pen and ink this year. It’s wonderful.
I've been reading through a box of love letters my grandfather wrote to my grandmother 60 years ago. They all have Canal Zone postage stamps. The U.S. exclusively controlled the canal until 1979, so those stamps are also pretty special.
I love that. What a blessing to have those! I for one would love to read any letters that my grandfather sent to my grandmother.