Monday, March 26, 2012

Dear mailbox house

Dear house with the fun mailbox,
I can not tell you how much joy you have given me over the past several years.
The happiness I felt each time you changed out the decor was beyond measure.
A horse, or a dragon, it was the happiest thing I drove by ever.
I felt giddy. I felt like a little kid. I loved seeing what came next.
I often thought that someday I would write you a letter to tell you just how much I loved it.
I often hoped that one day I would catch you in the act changing out that mailbox,
so I could tell you in person.
Thank you.
I can not count the number of times I almost wrote that note.
At Christmas I noticed the mailbox was not it's happy self.
I could see the bare board table that was built behind it.
I could see how that mailbox was often a horse.
But it was just was bare. Nothing.
I thought that maybe it was just too cold?
Maybe the magic mailbox decorator was getting older?
I would never know, because I never saw.
That mailbox has been bare since.

Today the sun was so bright and the breeze was so wonderful.
I expected to see that happy mailbox.
I did not expect to see what I saw.
Your yard was overgrown. Your house looked abandoned.
That mailbox and it's wooden table. bare.
I felt suddenly very sad that I never did write that note.
I never did thank you.

I know things don't last forever.
I know that all too well.
Make sure you send that note.
don't regret it later.


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