my mailbox looks a bit different than it did a week ago. To save myself the anxiety of watching it all day long, Erik went to the Post Office this morning to pick up our mail.
And it’s here. Thin, white, easily lost between two catalogs.
I started to cry. And I imagine I’ll shake and cry all day as I try to clean the house and make cookies, find snow boots and finish Halloween costumes. My mother heart is pounding.
I’ll post the news.