Mama, I love it. I love it, I love mail.
As the holiday influx tapered off, she became a bit perplexed and a little blue. There were no more cards. No more pictures of people she didn't know, no more snowmen or Santas, no more colorful envelopes to destroy.
Mail is now just mail - bills, benefit statements, unwanted solicitations, useless catalogs.
She still opens them with gusto, but is always a tad disappointed.
That is until last week when a big enveloped arrived. Addressed to her.
With fancy writing.
A package from Paris.
Addie tore it open. She twirled in the dress, she put the finger puppet right on, she begged me to open the 108 piece mini-puzzle (Uh, FGM Kate, don't you dare send a 108 piece mini-puzzle our way again).