Sealed with a Kiss

I love letters. The handwritten old fashioned kind. I love writing them. I love when they arrive unexpectedly in my snail mailbox. I love the texture of the fine linen stationery in fancy paper shops. I savor scraps of old notebook paper with my father’s musings and messages: bits and indications of his love. As a child, I delighted in post-it note letters from my mother reminding me of her affection. It spoke confidence into my insecure (chubby kid) soul. 

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