the handwritten letter

I grew up with a few pen pals as a kid. My first one was a girl I found through American Girl magazine's pen pal exchange. You were to send them an index card with some information about yourself on it and they paired you up with someone else. She wrote me before I got a chance to send her anything and included one of those things that you can pull a string and confetti pops out. I had never seen one before. I never used it, but I think I saved it.

We kept in touch for quite a long time and I had the best time ever checking mail. I also got the opportunity to use my cat stationary, which was huge, obviously.

A few years after that, a childhood friend and I began writing to each other. I think we were 11 at the time we started being pen pals. She used Bugs Bunny postage stamps. I smile thinking back on those days because we were so far away from knowing all the things that would begin happening to us in the next 10 years. Our brothers also began writing letters to each other and plotting evil schemes and such against us. None ever came to fruition.

The point is, I think there is something special about letters. I wrote these about a month and a half ago and decided to decorate these kraft envelopes I had gotten when I went to NYC a few years ago:

I'm still waiting to hear back. Shocking, I know.