by LISA CAPOBIANCO Standing by the window in our TV room one Saturday morning over the summer, my father seemed as though he was waiting for something intently while looking at the driveway. After peeping out the window for a minute or two, he turned around with a sigh, mumbling under his breath, “I wonder when the mailman is going to come.” He then proceeded down the hall. About an hour later, dad returned to the TV room again to look out the window. “He’s here,” my dad said in excitement as he nearly dashed his way down the stairs and out the front door to approach the mailman. “Why is he so excited to receive his mail,” I asked myself while observing dad. Walking swiftly down our steep driveway with a smile on his face, dad greeted the mailman eagerly as he handed him a water bottle. “Thank you,” the mailman said as the hot summer sun beamed on his head. “You’re welcome—have a great day,” dad said as he clenched his hands around the small stack of bills and other miscellaneous mail. What I witnessed that Saturday has continued to this day. Every Saturday when our mailman arrives, […]
by LISA CAPOBIANCO Standing by the window in our TV room one Saturday morning over the summer, my father seemed as though he was waiting for something intently while looking at the driveway. After peeping out the window for a minute or two, he turned around with a sigh, mumbling under his breath, “I wonder when the mailman is going to come.” He then proceeded down the hall. About an hour later, dad returned to the TV room again to look out the window. “He’s here,” my dad said in excitement as he nearly dashed his way down the stairs and out the front door to approach the mailman. “Why is he so excited to receive his mail,” I asked myself while observing dad. Walking swiftly down our steep driveway with a smile on his face, dad greeted the mailman eagerly as he handed him a water bottle. “Thank you,” the mailman said as the hot summer sun beamed on his head. “You’re welcome—have a great day,” dad said as he clenched his hands around the small stack of bills and other miscellaneous mail. What I witnessed that Saturday has continued to this day. Every Saturday when our mailman arrives, […]