When Beloved and I were courting, we wrote each other letters. This was no easy task for him since dyslexia made putting words on paper quite a chore. Yet, he persevered. Even though he's now in heaven, I can go back and read those letters. Sweet memories make me smile as I think of the kind, loving man I married. Would I still have those notes if they'd been sent via email? I'm not sure.
There's something precious about a hand-written letter. A part of the person is embedded in the words, knowing their hands wrote on and physically touched the paper.
Perhaps I'm a hopeless romantic, but a letter holds a special place in my heart. I feel the same way about books. The beautiful covers, and the tactile experience of holding an author's work while curled up on a sofa can never be replaced by a computer screen.
I love the convenience and fast delivery of email, but I miss opening my mailbox and receiving a note from a friend or loved one. How about you? Are you ready to toss the handwritten letter onto the junk pile or do you yearn to keep that personal touch? I'd love to hear your thoughts.