It’s been two weeks since I got married and I still haven’t sent out thank you notes.
In my defense, I just got the custom-made cards in the mail. But to be honest, I’m intimidated by the work.
I have to write more than 100 thank-you notes, all with personal messages and maybe a smiley face. And I have to get them done fast.
A friend of mine told me to get the cards printed with a message, something generic that could apply to everyone. I thought that was a good idea — but I couldn’t let that be the only writing in the card. It’d have to be personal — and it’d have to be handwritten.
There’s something about the handwritten note that makes a thank-you card seem that much more meaningful. Even in today’s tweet-me lifestyle, we still see the value in handwritten cards and letters, forgiving even the worst penmanship. (And, thanks to e-mail and Word, our penmanship is going the way of rotary phones.)
I’ve received dozens of cards and letters over the years, particularly with my involvement with the Cherry Blossom Festival. And while I can’t keep every single notecard, it still means a lot to me that people remember to say thanks. And in their own handwriting.
Sometimes I think I’m old-fashioned in feeling this way, that someone took the time to handwrite “thank you” on a card, seal it (with her own saliva, no less), and maybe even secure a Forever stamp on it and drop it in the mail. It means something. It means I was important enough for the effort.
Anyone else feel the same way? Or am I hanging around the Old Guys too much…?