Like a kid, I look forward to checking the mail every day. There's always the hope that there will be something fun in the box, something other than a cell phone bill or H&M invoice. It doesn't happen that often, but it did today. It seems that on Thanksgiving my family in Cleveland all wrote sweet notes to us on the inside of a greeting card sent by my grandparents. It made me feel so, so good. Like, weepy good. This one is going on the fridge behind my favorite magnet. Forever.