I am yet to meet someone who doesn't love getting a parcel in the mail. As a child, there was always a parcel in the letterbox, one for my brother and one for myself, wrapped in brown paper, tied with string and the unmistakable handwriting of my grandmother. I knew from then on my hands would have a very toasty winter tucked away in their hand knitted woolen mittens. Even as an adult I still love the parcels from my Gram that contain a woollen goodie.
Over the last week, my little one and I have fallen in love with our letterbox. He, because now he can pull himself up to standing using the slots and gaps for the letters, and me, because there have been so many bundles of love waiting for me.
The next day just as prosperous. When we first checked the letterbox there was nothing in there but upon further inspection, TA DA!!! A small box tucked in the corner. Our business cards had finally arrived. And they are just what we wanted.
Hope you are all having a craft-tastic week. If your near your letterbox in the next few days, give it some love. You never know what little treasures you're going to find.