When I was younger, my grandfather was very concerned with making sure I knew how to write with an actual pen and paper. I think he saw the computer age beginning and he was concerned that the art of sitting down and writing a letter would be lost on my generation. He was constantly telling me how I needed to write, and not type. It wasn't that he was anti technology, I think he just appreciate the specialness that comes from someone sitting down and laboring (even if it was just fingerly) at writing a letter.
I love getting mail. To go to the mailbox and open a letter written just for me is the most exciting of experiences. It can turn a day from a sad and somber occasion to a chipper and happy moment. It has the ability to make you feel special and loved. Letters are powerful.
My hands have already begun to get an enormous amount of exercise. You see, when the lobster deploys, letters are where I take my experiences. I write. The evenings, when we normally spend our detox time together, becomes the time I detox to him on paper. I pour out the experiences of the day and cry to him and lean on him. He has gotten many a letter laced with tear drops. He has also gotten many that are filled with laughter as I write each word. He brings them all home, and they have really ended up being like journals of the deployment.
I don't really know how to wrap this post up. Maybe I should go write a letter about it? hehe
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