Checking the mail box is the highlight of my day.
I know that that statement might be a sad one for some, but for those of us who are stay at home mom’s and don’t go much of anywhere except church and Stuffmart, I know you’ll understand.
And I don’t mind admitting that in the dead of winter when there is no escape, not even to Stuffmart, I even sometimes read the junk mail.
So the other day when the girl checked the mail for me, there was a package.
I heart packages.
Especially when they are from another country.
Marthe sent me a cookbook.
I just can not wait to make something from it.
As soon as my head cold clears, I will be cooking up a storm.
Marthe even sent me a lovely post card from her town of Zwolle.
So picturesque, so beautiful. I’d love to visit there.
I just wish I knew how to pronounce it.