One of the things I’m rather okay at doing, that not every one is okay at doing, is writing letters. And like Mr. Darcy (although I’d rather be married to him than like him, no matter that he doesn’t exist) I have often the occasion to write them. (Anyone else picturing Miss Bingley and her persnickery?)
Like on Thank You note days. The days when I sit down and tell the people who love me just how much that love means to me. Wait, that’s a lie. When I tell them a TINY TINY SNIPPET of how much that means to me.
One of my most faithful supporters, who literally takes joy in getting that check into the basket every month, said off-hand a few weeks ago, “It’s been so long since I’ve gotten one of your notes, Ritz.” OHMYGOSH. I think it’s been 6 months. Literally.
HOW DID THAT HAPPEN. Oh yeah, grad school. No excuse. Oh AND Uganda. Still. Shoulda coulda woulda done it before but am glad I’m doing it now. Because Thank You note day is probably even more of a blessing to me than it is to those I thank. Look at this pile (not even all of them, I sent some yesterday) that reminds me HOW MUCH i have to be thankful for!
Try sitting down and writing a thank you note. You’ve got someone to be thankful for. Maybe it’s Jesus. That’s okay, the ones to him are the best. You get to fumble all your words and not worry about postage and it’s still okay. 🙂