My mom got a letter from my brother this week. She handed it to me, “read this, he had exciting news.” I always interpret exciting news as him coming home early, but that wasn’t the case.
He wrote about being more homesick than usual lately. When his mail came last week he was surprised to see a card. He figured it was a birthday card, but knowing how procrastination runs in the family, he didn’t expect one two weeks early. Then he looked at the envelope and saw it was from Grandma.
She had sent it to him while he was still in Centinella last year (he moved to La Palma on his birthday), and it took a full year to get rerouted from CA to AZ.
I could hear the joy in his voice through the words on a the paper. Even from heaven Grandma sends birthday cards.