Last night, my husband came in from work with mail he’d found in the mailbox. As he walked upstairs to change out of his work clothes, he called out to our oldest daughter (16 years old), “There’s a letter for you in the mail today.”
She lit UP when she heard that. “A letter? For me? Where? From who?”
Is there anything more exciting than receiving a letter from someone in the mail? Well, of course there is – lots of things are more exciting than that, but as an experience – holding tangible proof that someone, somewhere thought about you and invested time in you without you being there to remind them to notice you and without asking to be thought about, THAT’S pretty cool. It was almost as fun to watch as it is to have actually happen to you.
She grabbed the letter with excitement and wondered out loud, “who is this from?” I do that too, at least – I remember I would do that too ~ hold the letter in delighted anticipation of what could possibly be contained inside. My daughter’s approach and my own diverged at that point; where I would linger in that delighted anticipation and then gingerly open the envelope for fear of damaging something inside – she RIPPED into it with wild abandon to get to the contents.
It was a loving note from her ‘second family’: her best friend, her best friend’s Mom and her best friend’s sisters. You see, my oldest missed several days of school recently – felled by a series of infections (ear, eyes, sinus) and a cold. This is not like her – not only does she seldom ever miss school, but she seldom ever is sick. On the afternoon of her fourth day home, a van pulled into the driveway and the doorbell then rang. It was my daughter’s best friend – she’d been worried at my daughter’s absence and asked her mother to PLEASE drive to our house and see if everything was okay. I have no doubt that this loving act had as much to do with my daughter’s ultimate recovery as the antibiotics at work in her system. And once learning about the issue at hand, they clearly bought a Get Well Card, had the family sign it, each with a specific and loving message – and put it in the mail to make a very deserving young lady feel super special.
Friendship is magical. To be seen, to be thought about, to be loved, unexpectedly and for no reason other than you are who you are and are appreciated for that and that alone … pure magic. This captured my heart yesterday and reminded me that Beauty is all around, for those able and willing to see it. And it filled my heart with the reminder that letter-writing is a lost art that is in need of a resurgence. I’m going to get on that …