My favorite thing about returning from vacation is going through the mail. I love getting the mail, even (or perhaps especially) in the age of e-mail, text messages, and Facebook posts. I like holding in my hands something that, days or weeks earlier, someone I knew put into an envelope, took to the Post Office, and sent to me. Pressing “send” is just not the same.
When we got home from our trip to the Pacific Northwest (more on that later), I was pleasantly surprised to find a padded mailer from my friend Becky in Houston. Inside was a card, a lovely photo of her, her husband, her writing partner Tim and all of the dogs they are owned by, and the beautiful little painting you see pictured here.
How lucky am I?