One letter among all the rest stood out as my favorite; no contest. That would be the following from my husband, written while we were dating. He was twenty years old.
December 25...Dear Nancy, "Wanna know something? Last night when we were at our respective midnight masses we were twenty miles apart, but really we were together. We both heard mass and received the Christ child in communion - and that’s about the closest bond anyone can have - and the best! I’d say we’re pretty lucky!"
So would I, my darling. So would I.
"I listen and my hand thy letter presses;
I, time-worn woman, touch it with caresses.
I kiss the faded ink of its addresses."
(Susan Emory, "An Old Woman's Answer to a Letter from her Girlhood")