Once upon a time there was a girl. Well, not exactly a girl...not like a little girl, but older. Someone kind of like you, but a girl.
Anyway, so the girlish person was having one of 'those days.' You know the kind. Rough. Frustrating. Nothing redeeming. She felt like she was working really hard and getting nowhere. This sort of day had been recurring frequently in her situation. Despite the day, she was trying hard and doing what she could so that eventually she could rest her head on her pillow and feel that something, even the smallest something, had been accomplished. At times even the slightest goals are hard to reach.
Somewhere between the dishes and diapers, the long day and the short temper, the not-old female went outside. While there, it occured to her to check the mailbox. It's true that there would probably be bills and infuriating political flyers, possibly a rogue magazine or a credit offer 'not to be refused!' However, the sort-of-like-you girl always felt that no matter what arrived there was still something magical about the mail. She felt that in a day full of domestic mundane there was always this possibility of surprise. Afterall, a mailbox is a lot like a Christmas Tree; Magical in it's potential to excite. Just because it's there.
She reached her hand into the box and flipped through the papers that failed to inspire. And it was there. Almost glowing. A correspondence from one she loved and respected. Today the potential was met. Exceeded. The magical mailbox delivered not just the correspondence but also a light for a day that was listless. A gift. A thought that proceeded over miles and through hands unknown, delivered at just the right time fulfilling it's intent. It said without saying. A reminder of the good kind of ties that bind. And immediately...a smile.
The smile felt good. Because of the correspondence the smile stayed for awhile. The not-lady passed it along to a little boy who really needed it because he was missing someone so much who was really far away. It made him feel liked even though he had been up to a lot of unlikeable things lately. Feeling liked helped him make better choices and brought some light to his lonley day.
But that's not all. She also passed the smile to a miniature platinum-haired princess who hadn't been particularly blue, but who always lit up at the sharing of affection.The little one passed the smile right back, but even bigger until it became so big that it filled the room touching everyone in it. Even the dog sleeping in the corner whose mighty tail began a rhythmic thumping at the feeling it gave him.
The day felt different. The domestic mundane felt meaningful. The boy felt liked. The princess felt cuddly. The dog felt happy. The not-young-not-old girl felt like her day had been redeemed. Someone awesome had thought of her. It felt lovely.
