So my journey started out with this.
Oh yes, it is what you think it is. Years.............well, decades to be exact, of cards and letters from age 17 to now. I must say there are very few recent cards or letters. It was time to purge. I started grabbing and going through what others would feel is junk. Tears flowed, laughter burst out loud and precious memories were re-lived.
My husband's first card to me was on my 17th birthday. I also sent him a card with some advice on his then-dating life, which I was not a part of. He was almost seven years older and I was like a little sister, explaining how I needed to protect his heart. I haven't read these in decades. To say the least, in one short heart's beat, I was taken back to the beginning of our relationship. What a wonderful stroll! But...
What will future generations do? Instagram, Facebook, emails and texting will be a thing of the past, how will they stroll down memory lane?
I purged through the cards, throwing away all the ones that only had a signature. I held some close because the writers have now gone on to heaven... all those little notes that came with wedding gifts, baby showers and generic birthday cards. I held on to the hand written notes I had tucked into my future husband's windshield wipers while he was at work as well as the notes he wrote to me expressing his love. I also kept the few notes from my kids. May I say again.............the few. One announced their running away from home. The note, 20 years old, has been enjoyed by the whole family.
I allowed the words to smooth over my soul. So much time has come and gone. I have a couple of letters from my first daughter-in-law. I am also holding on to the letter our newest daughter-in-law wrote to us on their wedding.
This one I gave to my one-day husband at the mature age of 17!
Signed by my nickname, which I haven't heard in decades and decades.
What an 18th birthday gift. I remember wanting to be engaged before I graduated. In his mature age of 25, he knew it would be too early for engagement.
The one that I held onto and soaked in was the one from my grandmother on my wedding day. I only had one grandmother that wrote to me and her handwriting remained this beautiful up until the day she went home to see the Lord.
I ended with this... a trashcan full. NO! I didn't discard them all. I just couldn't let them all go. I will need to walk back down memory lane again. I also think I will print off my blog. Even though it isn't handwritten, maybe one day my children or grandchildren will need to walk down memory lane. I also think I will write some letters. Even if this generation doesn't see their worth now...maybe when they become older they will need the wealth of handwritten encouragement. The problem will be, will they keep them long enough to know how important they are? I am glad that I held onto them...it has bee a much needed week of precious memories on my journey.
We will celebrate 34 years next Saturday!...............what a ride from age 17!!.....................onward!!!