As a kid, I loved checking the mail. Quite often there was a letter from my grandparents, or from an old friend, or from one of my many pen pals.
I’d anxiously rip open the letters, quickly read through them, and immediately write my reply. I took great care in addressing the envelopes and placing the stamp just right. Then I’d run it back out to the mail box and raise the flag.
I miss those days.
These days, it’s likely the mail will sit in the box for a few days before anyone gets it. Half of it immediately goes into the recycle bin, the rest goes in the bill pile. Occasionally, I’ll get a new magazine (woohoo!), but most times the mail is not something I look forward to.
Today, Hubby brought the mail in. The cute pink envelope on top caught my attention. As I walked up to it, my mind began spinning with ideas on what it could be…. a late birthday card for Mario? a thank you note from a recently attended shower?
At a closer glance, I saw it was from my mud buddy – Mrs. Abby Normal!
I immediately felt the giddiness I used to feel as a kid! Wanting to savor the moment, I carefully opened the envelope and slowly pulled out the card.
My breath hitched when I saw the cover.
I had asked Abby about this painting on one of our hikes. A while back, she had posted a video of herself painting it, and I remember it being one of my favorites. I’m a “gotta have my coffee” type of person, so the theme definitely fit.
I was disappointed when she told me she had painted it for someone else, and no longer had it. I would have loved for it to hang on our kitchen wall.
So when I saw the card, I was overcome with emotion.
Inside her card, she apologized for the “cheap replica”, but to me – it is not such at all.
I will treasure it as reminder of how thoughtful she is, how talented she is, how fun she is… and sheesh, how dirty she can get!
Even more, I will treasure how she was part of a weekend that has turned things around for me.
This weekend has taught me how necessary it is to take hold of the reins and make things happen – whether it’s driving 14 hours to climb mountains or trudging through cold, slimy mud to find my inner child.
And it was all made even more fun because I took the risk of asking a blog friend, who’d I’d only met briefly before, to go with me.
Thank you, Abby. For the weekend, for the company and for the personalized, snail-mailed card! I will treasure them all forever!