I've always loved sending mail and receiving mail.
Letters between camp friends.
Letters with my cousin, Ida.
Letters and notes from my older cousins, Melodie and Glenda, when they were at university.
Letters between high school friends, like Cammy and Cathy, after graduation.
Cards every week from my sister when my heart was broken (and Mount Allison University was only a half hour away).
Letters with Natalie when she lived in Calgary.
Art work by my nephew sent to me by sister every week when I was going to grad school in Boston.
Letters Jim and I wrote to each other when we were engaged and he was at Camp Taconic and back home in Michigan.
I have many letters and cards from over the years.
Mail has changed with email, tweets and more.
Mail in a mailbox, on the side of the road, is rare now.
But there is nothing like getting mail
...and looking at the corner to see the return address
...and opening it up
...and holding it in my hands while I read it