Thank You Notes

My thought for the day- thank you notes.

I absolutely love thank you notes. Have you ever received a thank you note, and instantly smiled? That's what I always do at least. I like to imagine every person who I send a thank you note to doing this. Receiving a thank you note is just like receiving a tangible feeling. You're holding someones gratitude in your hands, for you to cherish and keep.

I use to despise writing them- who would want to waste their time thanking someone for giving you something? I don't know if it's a maturity thing, or just me being well, me. But I started to read way too far into what they mean (obviously). You don't always have to write them when given something. You could give them to people for doing something really nice for you like: giving you time to take a college tour or have an interview, letting you work for them, helping you out on science homework, or just for being a really great person.

I think these thank yous mean so much more to people. Like they're just kind of reading it thinking "Huh, that was really sweet of ____. I've never gotten a thank you for this before from someone. That was really, really great of them." For me, this is wonderful. I don't like being one of those people who are polite and follow all social rules, but more of one of those people who really consider feelings, and is making a real effort to show some appreciation for things that don't normally get any attention.

I know it's crazy that I just went on talking about thank you notes for like three paragraphs, but they are one of those few things that don't ever get old. Their real meaning still is there, and they still make people feel the same way that they did 10, 15 years ago. Maybe I just like old fashioned things, but I plan on getting stationary soon.



Food for Thought?

Old fashioned song to go with an old fasioned entry:

That's What I Love About Sundays- Craig Morgan
Raymond's in his Sunday best,
He's usually up to his chest in oil an' grease.
There's the Martin's walkin' in,
With that mean little freckle-faced kid,
Who broke a window last week.
Sweet Miss Betty likes to sing off key in the pew behind me.

That's what I love about Sunday:
Sing along as the choir sways;
Every verse of Amazin' Grace,
An' then we shake the Preacher's hand.
Go home, into your blue jeans;
Have some chicken an' some baked beans.
Pick a back yard football team,
Not do much of anything:
That's what I love about Sunday.

I stroll to the end of the drive,
Pick up the Sunday Times, grab my coffee cup.
It looks like Sally an' Ron, finally tied the knot,
Well, it's about time.
It's 35 cents off a ground round,
Baby. cut that coupon out!

That's what I love about Sunday:
Cat-napping on the porch swing;
You curled up next to me,
The smell of jasmine wakes us up.
Take a walk down a back road,
Tackle box and a cane pole;
Carve our names in that white oak,
An' steal a kiss as the sun fades,
That's what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.

Ooh, new believers gettin' baptized,
Momma's hands raised up high,
Havin' a Hallelujah good time
A smile on everybody's face.
That's what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.

That's what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.
Raymond's in his Sunday best,
He's usually up to his chest in oil an' grease.
There's the Martin's walkin' in,
With that mean little freckle-faced kid,
Who broke a window last week.
Sweet Miss Betty likes to sing off key in the pew behind me.

That's what I love about Sunday:
Sing along as the choir sways;
Every verse of Amazin' Grace,
An' then we shake the Preacher's hand.
Go home, into your blue jeans;
Have some chicken an' some baked beans.
Pick a back yard football team,
Not do much of anything:
That's what I love about Sunday.

I stroll to the end of the drive,
Pick up the Sunday Times, grab my coffee cup.
It looks like Sally an' Ron, finally tied the knot,
Well, it's about time.
It's 35 cents off a ground round,
Baby. cut that coupon out!

That's what I love about Sunday:
Cat-napping on the porch swing;
You curled up next to me,
The smell of jasmine wakes us up.
Take a walk down a back road,
Tackle box and a cane pole;
Carve our names in that white oak,
An' steal a kiss as the sun fades,
That's what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.

Ooh, new believers gettin' baptized,
Momma's hands raised up high,
Havin' a Hallelujah good time
A smile on everybody's face.
That's what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.

That's what I love about Sunday,
Oh, yeah.