Apparently it’s called a mailbox. To me, it’s another post to pee on during my walks through the neighborhood. And it marks the entry to the driveway to my forever home. But at least from what I can tell this thing called a mailbox must be pretty special. It gets a special visitor almost every afternoon, who delivers a variety of things.
Love/hate is how I would describe my relationship with this visitor, who is also referred to by my people as the mail man. He usually visits when my people are away at that place called work, so I feel it is my duty to at least pay close attention (if not bark and/or whine) when he stops by. Observation has informed me he is not a hazard, but one can never be too careful.
In addition, it seems he brings both good and bad news to my people. I don’t know what bills are, but he seems to bring a lot of those. We also get a fair share of junk mail and credit card offers. But today it was good news this man delivered. In multitude.
To say my people have been the slightest bit preoccupied lately is an understatement. There’s also been a bit of sleep deprivation. (Baby Carter wakes us several times a night, and together we wander our tired family around the house to accommodate his hunger). I would say it has probably been at least a week since they last checked the mailbox for good news or bad.
So it was a big old pile that (miraculously) only contained one bill and a bit of junk mail. The rest was joy. Holiday cards and baby congratulation cards and gifts made up the majority of the contents. Congratulations cards from great grandma Fran and great aunt Kandi (including one the size of baby Carter himself). Messages of love from great aunt Lesleigh. A Christmas card from our blog friend in Ohio. A special delivery from our blog friend in the United Kingdom. Within it, each contained a personal message of love and encouragement. And each card made mom cry because to her that wasn’t all they contained. Joy. From the ground up, it was had in today’s mail.
Maybe I owe the mail man an apology.
Wiley's Wisdom 
Woohoo I am glad it arrived. And sort of nice your mum cried as they are nice tears to have, joy tears. So yes for these reasons you should be nice to the mailman, only when he brings bills nobody likes him. Still it is not his fault anyway he is just the messenger. So be gentle, he probably likes you very much too. Enjoy the present which was sent with much love and joy! Many hugs to all of you!
It did arrive. And my people shared some special moments while they opened it! Dad seemed flabbergasted to receive something that said “royal mail” on it. Mom snatched it out of his hands instantly and ripped it open. I think she knew it was from you. 🙂
Lots of love,
Wiles
Dear Wyles, so glad you and your Mom had moments of joy in the mail today. For the record, mail men and women are heroic. Their motto is — took a moment to research it for accuracy… Well, who knew? I was thinking of “neither sleet, nor hail, nor rain….keeps them from their appointed rounds (delivering the mail) .” In fact, it’s kind of fascinating: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/United_States_Postal_Service_creed Best ~ HuntMode
I LOVE that motto, and often think of these hard workers when we have freezing cold days or snow storms like we had around here recently. I do respect them…that is, when I’m not too busy fearing them. 😉
Lots of love,
Wiles
Hi Wiley, we have a mail man with treats in his pocket! Isn’t that a good think to know! I started a new blog just for myself.I am inviting you to visit me if you are interested. http://scrapydodog.wordpress.com/
Wow, you’ve got a good mail man there, friend! And thank you for the invite! I came by today and it was a lot of fun! What a joyful place to be. 🙂
Lots of love,
Wiles
How wonderful that there was joy delivered in the mailbox. Once in a while, joy gets dropped off here, too. That being said, I am still pretty sure the mailman is trying to kill me. When Mom invites him in for lemonade or hot cocoa, he seems nice enough. But on the other side of the door, he’s a menace, so I turn into a demented lunatic.
Love and licks,
Cupcake
You and I both, dear Cupcake. That mail man is a scary one!!! I have the same reaction – it’s that wall of separation that is the window…it does things to our minds. 😉
Lots of love,
Wiles
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A common misunderstanding in my book.