A few days ago, a package arrived from my parents. This isn't an unusual occurrence (my mom regularly sends us masks, and she periodically sends the kids the Sunday comics from their newspaper), however it's always appreciated, as receiving and opening "fun" mail always lifts everyone's spirits.This particular package contained - as expected - masks, as well as a postcard with a picture of Disney's EPCOT Center on the front. I assumed the postcard came from our trip to Disney World last January; I thought perhaps my mom had purchased it as a souvenir and then decided she no longer wanted it and sent it to me.
Love, Grandma and Grandpa
My Grandpa Russ died when I was younger than Hallie and my Grandma Hallie died when I was in college, so I checked the postmark.
I was just five years old when this postcard arrived in the mail for me, and as I read through what my grandparents had written, I could see how perfectly it was crafted - all capital letters and simple words - for a five-year-old who would have been learning to read.