A Re(a)d Letter Day

As I am in the process of packing, this morning I was going through a box full of papers I had in the hopes of at least making it look sort of organized. Most of it was notes and letters and as I was flipping through them I ran that wide gammut of emotion that is attached to so many memories. I mean I have notes from my best friend and roommate from sophomore year of college (read: 2000-2001), a Valentines Day card from an ex, letters from my little sister to me while I was in college, a note from my very first customers when I was a rafting guide. It was a strange trip down memory lane; a literary guided tour. I can't throw out letters, ever. I just can't do it. I have folders and folders of old notes and letters and I have no desire to ever rid myself of them. They mean something to me. Like I have this homemade Valentine's Day card from an old friend that has written on the inside, "Question #1 and #2" and on the facing page, in large letters "THANKS FOR BUYING ME TAMPONS!" and that's it. That card has never ceased to make me laugh, and I hope to have it long after I forget what Question #1 and #2 were (I haven't forgotten, and I'm not telling you, b/c it's dirty). This morning I guess I let it sink in that I am loved. There are people who know me and love me, and show that to me. How very rarely do I ever consider myself loved; it was nice to be reminded of that today.