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!