Every month, I sit down and handwrite 20–25 gratitude cards. It’s one of the most grounding practices I have — no screens, just pen, paper, and intention.
Sometimes my team suggests who to write to — often someone who had a meaningful exchange with customer service or went out of their way to show kindness. Other times, I write simply because I feel moved to let someone know: you are seen, and you are beloved.
Each card is sealed with wax and my custom amulet seal — a personal touch that reminds me of where I started. When I was 16, I worked in my family’s business, packing online orders and slipping handwritten thank-you notes into every box. I never want to lose touch with that part of me.
If you’re reading this because you received a card — welcome. I’m so glad you’re here.
Leave a comment and say hello — I’d love to know what brought you here!
If you're like me and love the magic behind old traditions, here’s a little romantic history I couldn’t resist sharing...
💌 A Wax‑Sealed Love Across Time
In Victorian England, the color of your wax seal spoke volumes. Lovers often chose blue sealing wax to mark their letters—because blue was the hue of devotion and deep affection. The richer the shade, the stronger the sentiment conveyed—so placing a deep sapphire bloom on an envelope meant: “My heart is entirely yours.” (source)
One particularly moving story comes from 19th‑century Cornwall, where a young sailor named Thomas penned letters to his fiancée, Eleanor. Each missive was sealed with deep cobalt wax and his family crest pressed into it. Over months at sea, word drifted that the postal service had been misplacing letters bound for that coastal town. Worried Eleanor had gone silent—not out of choice but because the ship's letters never arrived—Thomas returned, certain she’d forgotten him. Instead, he found her kneeling by their front door, still clasping that first blue‑sealed letter in her trembling hands. It was unopened, the seal unbroken—proof she’d never given up hope.
That moment—when the letter finally reached him, its wax warmed and pliable under his touch—solidified a bond that would last a lifetime. That tiny drop of blue wax carried the weight of patience, longing, and enduring love.
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