In an age of internet and email and the ability to send e-cards, it’s rare to receive an actual real live tangible card in that… what do you call it??… oh, yeah, the mail box

I love real cards and letters.  LOVE.  Don’t get me wrong, I also love the instant gratification of email and the speed of delivery the internet provides… I mean, how cool is it to send an email and get a response within an hour, send your response back, and get another response that same day.  I really do appreciate email.  But!  There is something “keep worthy” about a card or letter.  I don’t keep every.single.card I get, but many of them I do.  I love the postcards friends have sent from their travels, a special note from a friend that has moved far away.  Letters from my friends in Czech and Ireland that are so special to me.  Notes my mom left me as a kid to just say “Have a great day, I love you.”  Actually maybe it was my mom that started my little collection.  You see, I have letters from my great-grandmother from when I was 3 years old.  My mom kept them for me.

We just moved, so I was about to pack up these boxes where my little treasures are kept.  Someday when I’m old and gray, I will go back through these boxes.  They are time-capsuls if you will, and will make me smile as I remember each person.

I have a special box just for the cards I get from my man… nothin’ says romance like Homer Simpson and Dwight Schroot!!

Actually, those cards are two of my favs… they are so hilarious!  The Dwight one is a sound card and I so wish i could put a sound bite with what it says here.  Laughed so hard tears came out.

But a dear friend of mine sent me this card a couple weeks ago:

It says, “You are allowed to slow down.  You are allowed to turn off your phone.  You are allowed to lie down in the sun.”

What a great reminder!  Take a deep breathe today, walk away from the cell phone and email and *gasp* facebook, enjoy the beautiful weather (if you are here in AZ!) and thank God for another day of life.

And, send someone you love a letter… a real live letter.  In the snail mail.  Just because.

That’s one thing I’ll be taking a minute to do today.

Joyfully, Erin