"We got some good mail!"
"Yipee, our first good mail in Rio! Let me see!"
It was from somewhere on our street, a neighbor, but no name was on the envelope. I put it aside, to "save it" for a more sacred moment. A few minutes later, my husband joined me on the couch and said with excitement in his voice, "Where is it? Open it!"
"I'm saving it."
"Saving it? What are you talking about? Open it! Okay, no wait! Let me take a shower first, then we'll open it together." He walked out of the living room with a hop.
We sat side by side, smiling. "It's from a neighbor, look at the address. "Who do you think it's from?", I asked as I ripped the letter open. Inside my friend and neighbor has written in every available space news from her life and our block.
For a moment, my husband and I were transported back to our stoop and hearing the claws of our downstairs neighbor's dog, Charlie, tearing up the glass door to say hi to us. We hear the familiar suction and swoosh sound of the door opening and a sweet smell of baking wafts out. "I made some scones!" She says as she hands me a plateful still warm from the oven. I'm off to my osteo-fit class and I've got my book club meeting later, but if you want to get some bulbs for the patio tomorrow, let's go together!" She says to us cheerily as goes out to the parkade.
I almost want to delay our bike ride to the Farmer's Market with the kid so that we can go back in and enjoy the scones. "Funny, how she's says she's a horrible baker, but every thing she makes melts in your mouth", I think to myself as I turn off the water from the outdoor hose. The kid's practically drowned all her plants playing with the hose, but she didn't notice. How lucky we are to have her. I could my husband was thinking the same thing.
We put the card on the kitchen table for the kid to see when he woke up, and we shared the news with him when he asked, "What's that, Mommy?"
"It's good mail, baby."
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| Thanks M-A! |
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