the mailbox

I'm not the great writer that my husband is. So, if you're reading this it's probably because you are a friend or relative. But, anyway here are a few of my thoughts today.

My parents live on a dirt road outside the limits of a little village. The mailbox is near the end of the driveway. So, once a day someone treks out to get the mail. There's not a ton of traffic so someone often sees the mailman coming. I remember sending and receiving letters from my husband when we were teenagers and not romantically involved.

I've lived in many places and I've always enjoyed getting mail. I remember the mailboxes at IWU in the basement of the old student center. They had windows so you could look in and see if you had anything. It seems like someone even got an engagement ring in their mailbox - not me - I made it out of college single.

Well, right now we don't have a mailbox. In our little "village" we have banks of mailboxes. A couple of days ago, at about 2am ours got taken out by a truck (hit and run or would that be hit and drive?). So our mailbox has been removed and is awaiting repair. We have to drive into town to the post office to pick up our mail. So, I guess I won't be making my daily trek to the mailbox today. Husband has the van and I can't get 4 kids in the back seat of the car (legally).