In youth I enjoyed writing letters to my family (while away at university), actually mostly to my grandma, or perhaps no one else wanted to read them. But it was a two way amusement, she used to send me long letters in response. My grandma always taught me the power of written words, the energy and positive feelings that reading brings. I liked her reading loud the letters from my grandpa to her when they were young. I was very pleased with love and tenderness they put in each word. It meant a lot to me and used to touch me to tears even though I knew little about love in that age. I remember dreaming about my future “prince”, and hoping that one day he would write me such letters, filling the words with the beauty of love just the same way as my grandpa did.