The Postman

I have always loved my postman (actually a lady, Sandra), but now she is so important to us.  We watch for a letter from that beloved son of mine.

Now, he is not one to write.  I think at boot camp they MADE him write letters.  He was in boot camp for the Navy in Great Lakes, Illinois and then went out to California for boot camp with the Marines.

At this time of year I always get a huge wicker basket of candy ready.  First it is for any “Trick or Treaters” (I don’t celebrate that day, but I do love the kids, so there) and after that I keep adding to the basket to carry out to the postman, the man in Brown (UPS),  my FedEx guy, and the people that pick up my garbage.  Through all kinds of weather, these people bring me packages for my business, from my friends and family, and now, from my son.

So if you haven’t done this before, try it.  You won’t believe the smile on their faces at this unexpected kindness when you offer them treats (especially the men).

At Christmas I give the my Teacup Candles I make up or some of my votive candles.  Just a little something.

I hope someone is being kind to my son in Iraq, but I know good people are everywhere AND in the most unexpected places.

 God Bless,

Cresa