This one's for her

She won’t expect it.

A card — in the mail — with her name on it.

Not tucked into a lunchbox. Not left on a pillow.

Sent. Stamped. Delivered like a gift of magic.

That’s what I’ve been doing lately.

Not just making cards for you (though that still feels like magic).

But writing my own. Slowly. Intentionally. With a pen, not a keyboard.

And it’s been changing me.

Each month with Love by Mail, I send out a new card and story.

And each month, it pulls me deeper into my own memories.

Back to childhood summers, racing to the mailbox, desperate to be the first to open the little metal door.

Back to when mail meant mystery. Meaning. Someone thinking of you.

And now? I’m sending a little of that back into the world.

No reason. No reply expected. Just love, in an envelope.

And next up is my daughter.

I haven’t told her. But I’m already smiling picturing her face.

A mix of surprise, delight — and maybe the feeling of being seen.

Because that’s what real connection feels like.

Love by Mail isn’t just a subscription. It’s a quiet ritual.

A way to remember who we are when we slow down.

And a gentle nudge to say the things we do mean to say…but often don’t.

So tell me — who might need a little mailbox magic this month?