Each day the routine is the same after work. Come home, let the dog out, and get the mail.
Today was different though.
There was no mail. Not one magazine, bill, or piece of junk mail.
It was a weird feeling.
I always anticipate getting the mail and I know exactly why. It stems from when I was growing up and Grandma Leakey and I were penpals in a way. She and my grandpa lived 7-8 hours away in little Saginaw (MO), and I only got to see them once a year.
So, we wrote letters to each other through what is commonly called today "snail mail". We talked about everyday happenings in life, and I looked forward to receiving her letters. If we were lucky and the days fell right, we would get two letters from each other a month...sometimes three. As I got into high school the letters sent Grandma's direction were not as frequent, but she always wrote to me to see how I was doing.
My Aunt Fern and I wrote to each other as well as I entered into adulthood. She was a school custodian in Rogers (AR), and again, the letters were nothing revolutionary but when I read hers I always felt like I could hear her voice saying the words to me.
Even though both Grandma Leakey and Aunt Fern are no longer physically with me, I still hold onto the memories of letter writing and the simple correspondence that meant so much to me. I don't know that I ever told either one of them that, but I always looked forward to hearing from them.
That is why I still anticipate going to the mailbox to get the mail each day. You just never know when you're going to get a handwritten letter to make your day.
I'm a lover of life, an eternal optimist, and I have an intense desire to add value through simple living and positive vibes.