Yesterday as I was prepping the inside walls for paint, my new doorbell rang.
I answered the door and there standing on my new porch with a smile
was my new mailman with a brown package in his hand.
My new mailman introduced himself as Donald.
He lingered on my porch while we chatted a bit.
He lingered on my porch while we chatted a bit.
In just a few minutes I learned a lot about Donald like,
he loves his job but plans to retire in ten years.
He's originally from Nebraska and is the proud father of a military son serving in Iraq.
Then he told me that working for the USPS is really great because he makes
about $22.20 an hour, and is up for a raise in May.
Then he told me that I would be seeing him daily delivering my mail except
for a few weeks in October when his son in Iraq comes home for a visit.
He's originally from Nebraska and is the proud father of a military son serving in Iraq.
Then he told me that working for the USPS is really great because he makes
about $22.20 an hour, and is up for a raise in May.
Then he told me that I would be seeing him daily delivering my mail except
for a few weeks in October when his son in Iraq comes home for a visit.
I think I am really going to like my new mailman, Donald.
Before leaving Donald gave me a quick run-down of everyone else on our street;
"See that house there, I think the guy cheats on his wife..."
"And that house over there, they don't speak English....
"And that house over there, they don't speak English....
and that lady who lives at that house is really rich."
(OK Donald, I'll just take that package from you now, thanks a mil).
We said our goodbyes and then I immediately ripped open the package.
It was from my dear friend, Tricia who lives in New Jersey.
Inside the package was something so beautiful and so unexpected!
We said our goodbyes and then I immediately ripped open the package.
It was from my dear friend, Tricia who lives in New Jersey.
Inside the package was something so beautiful and so unexpected!
Trish had given me her pink coat from Anthropologie.
Every time she wore the coat at church I would comment on how gorgeous it was.
Her card was simple and dear:
Every time she wore the coat at church I would comment on how gorgeous it was.
Her card was simple and dear:
"I know it won't be much use in Arizona! Happy Home".
Then I felt a small tear drip down my cheek.
What a kind and thoughtful gesture from a great friend.
Trisha, thank you! I love you!
Even if it's 12000 degrees here in the Mesa,
I'll find a way and I'll wear it!
Even if it's 12000 degrees here in the Mesa,
I'll find a way and I'll wear it!
