For nearly nine years my Mum has written to me. Away at boarding school, on my gap year and now at uni.
At home there is a stack of letters held together by a bull dog clip. Not all of them are there. Some have got lost behind beds, under trunks or in house moves but the majority remain.
This stack is just from my time at uni. Most weeks I get a letter. Sometimes it comes with chocolate, sometimes with post from home. Often on its own.
I love them. Even though the news is old, even though we have shared this stuff on the phone each day, she has taken the time to sit down and write. Nearly always in green pen.
They are funny, they sometimes contain hand drawn pictures. They connect me to home.
Letters are special. This stack, like the stack at home, is precious to me. It says, I thought of you, I took the time to sit down and write and draw, this is for you.
And sometimes when a letter doesn't quite cut it I get something like this...
Yes, these are precious.
I am joining in with Sian's storytelling Sunday. This year we are sharing what is precious. Pop on over, read some tales, join in.