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.