Do you send mail anymore? I do sometimes, but not nearly often enough. When I was younger, I sat down at my desk every Sunday and wrote letters. I'd write to my pen pals, my cousins, my grandparents. I loved writing letters. And sometimes people would even write back.
My grandma wrote faithfully every week; I think it's from her that I get my letter-writing gene. I had a pen pal from Sweden who also wrote back and we even got to meet eventually. I still have all her letters.
Today I was cleaning out Red Chief's preschool wall and pulled down a few pictures to send to family. Between those and some birthday cards and a check, I actually got to send some mail. There's something so relaxing for me in the ritual of addressing envelopes and affixing stamps. I have been quite negligent in sending letters and birthday cards lately, but I think I'll try to do better. Why not? I enjoy it.