Thinking of You Mail
I received a Thinking of You card. Proof was offered...as though a card wasn't enough! Look at this stash of goodies. How can I compete with this? I'm going to have to learn origami or something.
Since getting this card last week I've received some bad news. My dad has cancer. At this point we have more questions than answers so we await tests, wrestle him to doctor appointments, hope, pray, and wait some more. In the mean time I wrote letters today. As I melted sealing wax for my envelopes I thought about going to the post office and felt brighter at the prospect of finding mail there; happy mail with or without a treasure trove of enclosures but written, handled and sealed by a friendly hand with kind intentions. That's one thing I like about pen-palling. There's always the kind human touch when you need it.