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I was greeted at a mailbox yesterday by a bundled up smiling lady, her eyes bright and her cheeks rosy, I handed her her mail, commenting on one letter.

It was a card from her to someone, and I had brought it back for her.

She had just put the person’s name, but no address or stamp. I said we didn’t know where her friend lived and that usually we needed a stamp.

She chuckled with delight at herself, finding her error funny and looked at me shyly.

I told her we brought it back for her to finish; she smiled and said, “thank you, I am glad you did,” clutching it to her chest.

I explained to her that we didn’t know her friend or where she lived, but that if she could help us out with a few more hints, we would deliver it….

I left her standing there, arms full of mail, smiling at herself…”keep warm”, she said as I drove away…”I will, and you too” I hollered back.

Her energy and spirit rode along with me in my jeep, amidst the boxes and packages, bringing a smile to my face every now and then…picturing her delight when she seen her half written card and her eyes as they met mine.

A kindred spirit.

For I recalled my daughter’s comment to me that morning, “Mother you left all the cupboard doors open.”

I smiled that same smile seeing the evidence of me making a cup of tea, caught in the act of forgetting.