I’m about 175 pages from the end of Little Women by Louisa May Alcott. Let me tell you, I’ll be so sad when it is over. I am in love with this book. Dare I say, it is neck and neck with my all-time favorite book, To Kill A Mockingbird? No book has ever dethroned Lee’s title from the top of my list. Let’s see what happens.
I am at the part of the story where Amy meets up with Laurie in France. Amy mentions Christmas day, the feast and opening letters. How this book makes me miss handwritten letters arriving in the mail. How precious was it to wait so long to receive a handwritten letter from home with news and well wishes?!
I could never trade my smartphone for those days, but I certainly appreciate it. I wish there was something as special and so precious in my life like receiving letters in the mail. Sure, I (we) have special moments still, but it just isn’t the same as waiting with bated breath, for the latest letter to arrive.
I always appreciate handwritten notes and cards from my husband, even if it consists of a post-it note in my closet, telling me I look beautiful in anything I wear. There is something so real and so permanent in the written word.