Since becoming an adult receiving mail isn't nearly as much fun as when I was a kid. The array of bills, bank statements, and useless junk mail do not hold any excitement for me anymore. In fact, an empty mailbox brings me greater joy and peace than a full one...hurray, the American Express bill didn't get here yet! But since Dad and Margie have taken to the road in their r.v., mysterious packages keep arriving...and the anticipation of checking the mail has returned once again. Thank you for reigniting this childhood sense of expectation...it's an equally wonderful surprise.
