One of my favorite things to do (ever since I could walk), is to open the mailbox.9 times out of 10, there's nothing truly personal in there.
But, that 1 time out of 10 makes me feel loved, warm & fuzzy, and excited.
It's a little surprise.
It's comforting. It's encouraging.
Someone took the time to write to me and think about me.
I try to reciprocate for others; written words never evaporate.
I have a drawer filled with cards given to me over the years.
My Grams always told me that one truth to life was that no one could take my education away.
I want to add that no one can take written words away.
At times, cards can express what you can't express.
I truly appreciate cards.
Moral of the Story: Found in a card from my college friend in KnoxVegas this today...
:)
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