You've Got Mail

Flynn's new favorite thing to do is get the mail. I happily indulge knowing this saves me a trip to the mailbox. But I usually do stand in the doorway to ensure her safety.

Yesterday she asked early if she could get the mail. And once we heard the squeaky brakes of the mail jeep, she anxiously grabbed her crocks.

I asked, "Do you want Mommy to watch from the window, or the door?"

"The door."

And as I stood at the doorway, I reminded her at each concrete step, to hold the rail. She stepped high to cautiously look for the next step and as she reached the bottom, she chose her course. Rather than skip down the ferociously gruff driveway, to my relief, she ran across the grass instead. I couldn't but smile as her little arms stretched out like the wings of an airplane & I think I heard her say, 'Weeee.'
When she got to that big green mailbox & reached up to pull down the 'back door', nothing could detour her...except that is, for a dandelion. Which she spied & reached down to snatch up & retrieve back to me, "Here Mommm....here's a flower for you."
Even though the process was long & took much energy, she once again turned to go down those concrete steps & toward the mailbox.

The 'flower' was worth the second trip.