Mail

When I was little, I thought the mailbox was magical.
Brought me letters from anonymous friends (yes, mostly my sister when she went to stay with my Aunt), and pen pals, and cousins when they went on trips.
When I was about 12, I got onto the magazine thing. You know, subscribe, and then cancel, but they still send you 3 months for free.
Oh, and get this, I remember when it was a quarter and a penny. I could put that change in the mailbox, with my envelope, and the mail lady would put a stamp on it for me. That's a funny little memory.
When I went to college my Grandma D would write me, I had missionaries that loved mail as much as I did, and I would get an occasional care package from mom.
Mission Mail had its ups and downs. Love from home in it's varies forms- family, packages,(the ups) and wedding announcements (the downs). (I can tell you exactly where I was standing upon receiving a couple of those heartbreaker, hopebreaker, envelopes of love.) But probably the worst was not getting any mail. That, was hard.
When Cody and I first got married, His mom would write us weekly. And, about once a month, send a box- some of my favorite mail of my whole life. It was random stuff, but always, fun stuff.
Today? I hate mail. It's only bills. I still have a desire to go get it, walk to the mailbox, watch for the postman to drive away. But it's always a disappointment.