Monday, May 04, 2009


When I was growing up, I loved going to get the mail from the mailbox and helping my mom go through it all. Best of all was getting envelopes personally addressed to ME! Nothing was better than party invitations or letters or birthday cards from grandparents, camp friends, or pen pals addressed to Eleanor Traubman.

I still love coming home to hand-addressed envelopes. The other day, I came home to this pretty gold-embossed thank you note from my dear friend Ceclia Andre.

I keep a little stack of thank-you notes on my desk so I can dash one off at any moment. It makes a big difference to people to let them know in this tangible, heart-felt way that their actions and gestures carry significance.
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