When Linda and I met we lived in different cities 600 km apart. We wrote a lot of letters. Big, thick, juicy love letters. And we both kept every single one of them, which over the years merged into one big boxed love fest.
It was heavy.
After we got together we spent 3 summers apart while Linda was in Israel working on an archaeological dig at Tel Miqne/Ekron. The dig is the site of a biblical city, one of the five Philistine cities mentioned in the Old Testament.
I stayed home, so again we wrote a lot of letters. I missed Lindeeana Jones, my very own swashbuckling archaeologist of the Holy Land desert.
These letters were also archived in the big box, and over the years the treasure trove of love blended in with all the other boxes of forgotten stuff. They gathered dust and cobwebs until we unearthed them this past week.
These outpourings of written love still crackled with energy as we went through them. We randomly selected envelopes to open and read together. It felt like recent history, but it all went down on paper from 1987 to 1994.
Wow. What do you do with such artifacts? Could we dispose of them? Or did they need to be enshrined in our own personal museum after being excavated from our closet?
Since we decided that nothing about our love or relationship had changed since the beginning, we let the letters loose. But we will cherish the day we took together to go through them and enjoy them one last time.