grandma gist

Over the past six weeks, I've enjoyed taking Mary Hardin down to get the mail.  I know, sounds silly, but I've been thankful for a reason to leave the house that doesn't entail 100+ degree heat or a carseat.  I put Mary Hardin in the sling and slowly wander until I find my way to our mail box.

Getting the mail out of our mail box seems so familiar to me - yet this is the first place I've ever lived with a mail box that resembles a PO Box.  Finally I placed the memory, the familiarity.

My mail box reminds me of my Grandma Gist.  When we visited AZ, Grandma would take me on a walk to get the mail.  This must have made quiet the impression on my little mind, because it has been sometime since we would make our way around the block to the post office.

I'm so thankful for this vivid memory.  Goes to show you that you never know when you are making a lasting memory.