When I was young, my grandma and I used to play with a mini mailbox for hours. We would write each other notes and deliver them to her toy mailbox where the other person would come and collect them and read them aloud. It didn’t matter that I couldn’t read or write at the time, my grandma always translated my letters and read mine for me. The excitement and joy she got at reading each letter was matched only by my own, and these are some of my very favorite memories of her.
Ultimate Holiday Gift Guide: Gifts For The Impossible to Buy For
Everyone has that one person on their holiday list that is impossible to shop for. You know the kind. The person that buys everything they could ever want, the person who refuses to make a wish list, or the person who is impossible to please. For those people, I give you the following annual tradition: … Read more