Thursday
Nov122009
Postcards from the Edge
Thursday, November 12, 2009 at 05:02PM My son went with me to the Post Office today for the first time.
He had carefully and purposefully made some adorable artwork for his Nonnie.
We placed it in a beautiful envelope, waited in line and he gave the money to the clerk and asked for a stamp as I had coached him.
He seemed confused, and had a tear in his eye when I gave the letter to the mail clerk and turned to leave.
"They take it to your Nonnie's house for us, and she will get it in a few days and be so happy."
Without skipping a beat, he ran back and asked the clerk to put a stamp on him so they could send him to his Nonnie's house too.

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