I found an old love letter the other day. Written to me by my husband when we were engaged. We lived in different towns during the weeks that year, at week-ends I came back to Trondheim, we were never apart for long periods. As far as I can remember we never wrote many letters. I don't know if I have kept the other ones (I would give a fortune to get them back if they are lost), this one was tucked into a bright red diary I kept that year.
I was unprepared of the force of love which flooded from the words directly into my heart. These were the words of a young man sharing his love with a young me. We were in love and we were looking forward to a life together, hopes. I was unprepared of the deep feelings the words still rose in me. I walked around the rest of the day with a treasure in my heart - the words of love from the man I loved, love and will keep on loving.
Advent is a time for letters. The coming week-end I will write our annual family chronicle, but I still keep on writing letters every day, staying in contact with friends around the world. In my daily advent basket I find a Christmas magazine. Mostly old ones, collected over the years. New of the year is a Victoria magazine which was sent to me by Cathy. (Thank you Cathy!) In it I find an article about Alexandra Stoddard, a woman who has given me so much inspiration, ever since I found her Gift of a Letter
See you tomorrow, here it is time for handball (female world championship) and the writing of a few letters.
