Now that it costs approximately three gold bars and a handful of NSA secrets (which totals roughly 46 cents) to send a letter, it’s my firm belief that the letter ought to at least be worth sending.
Thanks to my dear friend Hannah–who not only bakes delicious scones, rocks her baby, takes care of her husband, and brews a delightful pot of tea–I’ve learned that an envelope isn’t just an envelope. It’s an art.
Or you could send this, especially when the person receiving it just found out she’s getting a new job/life/car/wardrobe.
Really, nothing is too small when it comes to a good reason for taping paper . . . to another piece of paper.
For Father’s Day, the men in your life can revel in receiving something more exciting than a tie/grill/socks/car wash.
Don’t get your dad a tie.
Or do, especially if you haven’t gotten him one since 1970.
Then definitely, definitely do.
Heck, you even encourage a summer vacation for your friends who work so hard they forget to stop/breathe/sleep/camp.
Because nothing says relaxation like sleeping on lumpy ground, eating watery eggs over a dwindling fire, and surviving without bathrooms.
It’s paradise really.
You can tell your mama thank you for being such a fantastic cook.
And then give her an awfully hard time for not ever teaching you how to be one too.
Like, such a hard time that she’ll never live it down/get over it/discuss it without having another adult present.
So the Post Office will probably shut down before it reaches your friend’s/brother’s/pastor’s house.
So the postman will probably lose your letter.
So send it anyway.
Because if there’s one thing this world needs more of, it ain’t love. It’s cute envelopes.