I love sending (and receiving) letters – not emails or texts or facebook messages, but real, posted letters, preferably handwritten. There’s just something so loving, so personal, so timeless in taking the time to write a letter in this stressed world. And unlike emails or texts, saving a letter is a given. A letter you can treasure for years.
I’ve written one to my granddad recently. I try to write him every month at least. I love it that with him there are no options – he doesn’t have a mobile phone or a computer, if I wish to tell him something, it’s letters all the way. And I know he loves it.