As i mentioned in my previous post, having two special needs children during the holidays means scaling back and not participating in a lot of things. It is very isolating and lonely. Also we have moved around a lot in our younger years, having amassed multiple friends in multiple locations. I know social media allows us to keep in touch much better than the age of letters, but there is something about getting mail. envelopes with postmarks from all over the world, showing up in our tiny rural mailbox. Beautiful scenes and notes and photos connecting all of us. The notes i read and treasure, remember happy times together. The photos i put together in a collage on the refrigerator, so I can see them all year. It makes me feel connected and remembered. Even in the midst of my solitude I am loved. It’s amazing the power of a cardboard rectangle and a 60 cent stamp.