I grew up writing thank you notes. I can’t remember how young I started, but I know the early ones were just pictures and Mom wrote the notes. Mom taught us to write thank you notes for everything. While I remember a time as a young girl that writing these notes seemed like a pain, now that I have been on both sides I am happy to thank Mom for her instance upon the courtesy of a handwritten thank you.
My husband often jokes about the amount of postage spent on the thank you notes that fly between Mom, my sister and myself (especially around the holidays). He doesn’t understand why we don’t handdeliver them, but it isn’t the same. I grew up with a love for beautiful papers with handwritten thoughts, addressed by hand and decorated with a pretty stamp and return address label. I love to find such things in my mailbox and I know others do too.