I remember being 8 and standing precariously under the mistletoe in our house. I loved it, I longed for the moment when I was older and with my true love under the mistletoe. It was pure magic in the moment. I see this same delightful shyness with miss A. She has dallied under the mistletoe in our hallway enough that I put another sprig up in the kitchen so I could more readily catch her in the moment and give her a smooch. I mailed her this card (I've been holding it for a few years now - she loves pigs). The mail woman delivered it today and I left it sitting prominent in our mail basket. I stealthly watched her discover her own addressed envelope. There was no return address, which peaked her curiosity, and she went to her room to open it alone. Later she had to ask me how I mailed it to her? Therein lies the lightness: sometimes not knowing the logistics makes the mundane seem magical.
