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The Paper Journal

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7-Simple Things to Say in a Card

Elizabeth Fanslow

Some people are terrified of buying blank cards.

Not because they don’t care…but because they don’t know what to write once they open them.

So if you’ve ever stared at a blank card wondering what to say, here are 7 simple things you can write to someone that mean more than you realize:

💌“I saw this and thought of you.”
💌“I’m really grateful for you.”
💌“I hope you know how much you matter.”
💌“You’ve been on my mind lately.”
💌“I just wanted you to feel encouraged today.”
💌“Thank you for the way you show up for people.”
💌“You make the world a little softer just by being in it.”

The truth is…people aren’t looking for perfect words. They’re looking for real ones.

Write the card and send the note because your words matter more than you think.

Remembering Someone Matters

Elizabeth Fanslow

A few days ago, my granddaughter texted me and asked for a new pack of cards. And it made my heart so happy.

Every year for Christmas, I give each of my grandkids their own set of cards. But the gift comes with one little promise: unlimited refills all year long.

Because more than giving them paper and envelopes, I want to help them build the habit of noticing people.

When someone crosses their mind. When a friend has a birthday or when someone needs encouragement. When they simply want to say, “I was thinking about you.”

My grandson uses his cards for birthday parties. He writes a handwritten note when he goes to a friend’s party, and I love that so much.

My granddaughters use theirs pretty regularly too, and when they need more I get a text asking for more. I custom design their cards around whatever they are interested in at the time.

Sometimes they want their names on them. Sometimes they don’t. Either way, I’m always happy to make them just how they want them.

I have also sent them Kindness Krewe kits so they can join along in sending cards each month.

Because this has never really been about stationery. It is about teaching them, while they are young, that remembering someone matters.

That kindness does not have to be complicated and that a few handwritten words can make someone feel seen. There is something incredibly special about opening your mailbox and finding a card from a child who took the time to write your name, hold you in their thoughts, and send a little love your way.

My hope is that this feeling stays with them as they grow. That they remember how good it feels to send kindness. And that they carry that habit with them, one card at a time.

If you have children or grandchildren in your life, this is such a simple habit to help them begin. Give them a small stack of cards. Let them choose designs they love. Keep stamps nearby. Remind them that they do not need a big reason to send a note...they only need to think of someone.

This is one small way we can support the cause of keeping handwritten correspondence alive. It doesn't need to be formal or perfect. Just make it familiar and teach them that their words matter.

And by showing them that kindness can travel through the mail and land right where it is needed.

Paying Attention to People

Elizabeth Fanslow

A friend said something to me recently that made me feel good inside…

“I always hear from you in my mailbox when I need you the most.”

I don’t think there’s a perfect formula for knowing when someone needs encouragement. But I do think if we pay attention to people, we start to notice things.

Sometimes it’s in what they share online. A post that feels a little heavier than usual. A quiet sadness sitting underneath their words. A season where they suddenly go silent. Other times it’s simply that someone keeps crossing your mind over and over until you finally stop and write the card.

And almost every single time, the timing somehow matters more than I realized.

There have been so many moments where I’ve mailed a note to someone simply because I felt pulled to do it, only to later hear, “You have no idea how badly I needed that that day.”

I think people are carrying far more than we can see.

Some are grieving quietly.

Some are overwhelmed.

Some are lonely in ways they don’t know how to say out loud.

And some just need the reminder that they haven’t been forgotten.

One of the things I’ve learned about grief is that support often disappears long before the grief does. In the beginning, people rally around you. They send flowers, meals, texts, and prayers. But eventually life moves forward for everyone else while the grieving person is still learning how to carry what happened.

Sometimes those are the moments people need us the most.

Not at the beginning of the pain…but later, when the world has grown quiet around it.

That’s part of why handwritten notes matter so much to me.

There’s something deeply personal about opening your mailbox and finding proof that someone paused their life long enough to think about you. They chose a card. Wrote your name. Found a stamp. Took the time to send something tangible into your hands.


Time is precious to all of us.

So when someone gives you theirs, it means something.

I’ve always loved collecting little things for people too. Magazine clippings. Small gifts. Tiny reminders of something they love.

I have a sweet friend from Laurel, Mississippi who loves anything connected to the circus. One afternoon I came across a magazine article I knew she would adore, so I clipped it out and tucked it into a package alongside some circus-themed cards I had made for her.

It wasn’t extravagant.

But it told her, “I saw this and thought of you.”

And honestly, those are often the things people remember most.

Lately, when I’m creating things in the shop, I’ve started making an extra one here and there. They end up piled in a little basket on my worktable waiting for the right person.

And eventually someone comes to mind.

Someone who needs a small surprise…some encouragement…or someone who simply needs to know they matter enough for another human being to think of them during an ordinary Tuesday afternoon.

I think that’s what staying connected really is.

Not grand gestures.

Not perfectly timed words.

Just paying attention to people long enough to notice when they might need a little reminder that they are loved.