It wasn’t my birthday or any special day of the year to expect mail.
But this card gently landed in our mailbox which is inconveniently located in one of these modern stations with a jumble of boxes a few blocks away from our home. When I read the return address and saw the artistic calligraphy, I wondered why my friend was writing me at this time of the year.
Once I arrived home, I carefully opened the card with a silver-handled letter opener. My heart was warmed by the words I found inside. My friend was writing me simply to let me know that I was in her thoughts. Even though she follows our family’s antics and adventures on Facebook, she wrote “snail mail is still more personal.”
Memories of the special times we had shared rushed over me and I found myself savoring her every word. It was as if she had dropped by for a personal visit. I could hear her voice, see her smile, even hear her laughter.
I have treasured this card so much that it remains on our kitchen counter where I can view it many times a day. She said she was waiting for our Christmas letter but I think this personal call deserves something hand-penned by me before our typed and decorated yearly missive is sent.
This is Five-Minute Friday. One word prompt by Kate Motaung. Write for five minutes on the word. No edits. A community of writers. (I must confess, I took a little longer as this was my first time back in months.)