Surely some of you know how much I like letter openers. They're like hot clogs: you can never have too many. So where was a letter opener when I really needed one??? I was in such a hurry to open it I used a serrated knife for goodness sakes! I will never neaten it up though. No, not ever. I like it just the way it is, because this is the last letter I'll have from my president. And I will never ever use that knife for food again. I'm gonna bronze that thing!
I apologize for the poor quality but low light is to blame. I won't share the full content of his last letter here; some words are meant to be savored in private. Hope. Hope, like prayer. is personal.
President Obama's staff have always answered my letters. They manage to say the right things in response to my queries and comments. Their words sound like his. And they use my first name. That makes me blush! Every single time. I feel like he really is talking to me. And here, he says, "Again, thank you for writing to me." Repetition reinforces a feeling of sincerity.
This lovely letter would have arrived on Dr. King's birthday but for the fact that it was a holiday. Talk about serendipitous! Tuesday was good.
I wonder which stamp he would have used if he could have chosen. Gosh! I'm giggling!
Thank you, Mr. President. You really made my day yesterday.