He brings the mail in and sets it down. It has been a good day. A day of friends and picture taking and watching them learn and grow.
There's a manilla envelope at the bottom of the stack. My name on it.
I start to grin, and fuss.
Nancy shouldn't have mailed these. Look, it costs her $1.79 to mail these. She should have just given them to me later.
All the while tearing into the envelope. Cause isn't mail nice when it's not expected?
But then -
This is not . . .
I laugh. Loud. Feels so good.
Look, look what Nancy sent me.
And out I pull a little piece of sweet friendship. She writes that she couldn't resist this little onsie for my new nephew.
What sweetness. So thoughtful.