I didn't remember calling myself Brianne "the thrill" Housley.
I forgot those weird card machines even existed.
When Shelly's mom mailed me this card I had made for Shelly when we were sixteen, I laughed my ass off. It's so nice to get a reminder of who we were as youngsters. One day, I fear we'll only have emails. And facebook. And whatever is next in the social media world. This is the kind of thing that stresses me out. But it's also something we can hold on to as long as possible. Our history only disappears if we let it.
So write a letter today and give yourself and your friends something to look back on in twenty years.
This is the March Resolution (see post below), but let's keep up with this one. Opening the mailbox to find real human handwriting never gets old.
The Promise Walk for Preeclampsia is coming up soon. Please find one near you: http://www.promisewalk.org