The Special Spoons

When I was a young girl, I loved to get mail.

It didn't matter what I received, any kind of package or letter would do.

Receiving mail evoked a feeling of pure joy for me.

I always referred to the mail I received as " happy mail"!

I always wanted to go outside and "get" the mail and as I headed to the mailbox,

I always hoped there would be something inside for me.

There rarely was!

When I was 8 or 9 I saw an advertisement in the Sunday Paper, to purchase spoons, 

Oneida tableware, fifty cents per spoon.

I guess the theory was, pick a pattern, receive one spoon and if you liked the pattern,

 you would buy the whole set.

 

So you guessed it, I starting saving my quarters and buying spoons.

I didn't need spoons, but I wanted to receive mail. 

 

All these years later, I still have a few of those spoons.

Holding one of these spoons brings me back to my childhood, 

and the need I had then to bring joy in to my life!

 

Not much has changed since I was 9, I still love to receive mail.

 I get a lot of mail now but I rarely get any "happy mail"! 

Last week as the hubs carried in the mail, he yelled out "you have happy mail"!

 

As I looked at the return address, I felt like I was 9 again.

I have not felt that feeling in a long time and it felt awesome!