. . . if there’s a letter in your bag for me.
My brother Jordan is a missionary in Sweden right now, and last week we sent him a package. Annika enjoyed decorating and sending the package so much I had an idea for an afternoon project.
We covered an old graham cracker box in brown paper and cut a slit and a door. Viola! A mailbox! I imagined that I would occasionally leave notes for Annika to find when she wakes up in the morning. Instead there has been a constant stream of scribbled pictures and “notes” and she is continually asking me to check the mail. Our house is littered with envelopes and a newly purchased package of 3×5 cards is now all used up. I think it’s safe to say the mailbox is a hit. Now I have a matching raisin-box mailbox by my door with a random piece of brown paper taped on the back. It turns out that mail makes me smile too – especially when it comes from Annika.