I can still remember--vividly, although it was over 30 years ago--making trips to my campus P.O. box at the College of the Holy Cross, bursting with hope and excitement. (I can't remember anyone's phone # anymore, because now that I have a "contacts list" on my magical iPhone, memorizing those seven digits is as passe as pet rocks and disco music; but I can still remember my college P.O. box #: 981.) As I approached the campus center, my pace and my heart rate would both accelerate: would there be a letter in my mailbox from my handsome boyfriend out at Notre Dame (now my husband)? One written in his rushed and crazy-jaggedy, manly cursive? "Please, please, please, God--let there be a letter!" Every time I saw that inimitable handwriting on an envelope, I left that place floating on a cloud. I still have my husband's college letters stored away in a cardboard box, and I don't believe I'll ever be able to throw them out.
So I have a question for all you young'uns out there: do you print out and save e-mails from your sweethearts in little treasure boxes? Do sweethearts ever even write actual letters anymore...with pens, on paper? I hope they do, but I'm concerned that the practice is going to die out just like the dinosaurs, because my husband and I heard a news report recently saying there was a movement to stop teaching cursive to students at school. When I hear things like that, I think perhaps I'm getting too old for the world we live in.
Anyway, there have been some treasures in my mailbox recently that I thought I'd share with you. First of all, we have been receiving so many St. Padre Pio-related mailings as of late, most of them addressed to me rather than my husband--and you may recall that he is my patron saint for 2013 (the one randomly chosen for me using the Saints Name Generator). My husband and I receive lots of religious items from various Catholic organizations (prayer cards and small prayer booklets, holy cards with pictures of saints on them, souvenir Rosaries and saints' medals, etc.). But I don't ever remember getting so many mailings so close together with information about and small gifts from St. Padre Pio. I am taking this as a sign that my patron is trying to get in touch with me, and when I open up his missives I am almost as excited about them as the lovesick young college girl who ran to P.O. box #981 to look for letters from her boyfriend.
These Little Blessings. Along with the Rosary she'd made, my blogging friend Sarah Therese included the most lovely handwritten letter, and even her stationery--with a beautiful image of St. Joesph holding the Christ child on it--was a treat to behold. What a wonderful surprise it was to find this kind of treasure in a pile otherwise composed of bills and junk mail!