chicken soup for the epistolary soul

a couple of weeks ago owen very carefully and lovingly wrote two postcards to his grandparents--but i only had enough postage left for one card and tucked both in my bag until i could pick up more stamps. on our way down drottingggatan we walked by the post box and out of habit pulled the cards out and dropped both in. i realized (ok, michael realized) my faux pas and a few blocks later i tried to explain to the postman that i needed to put stamps on my postcard. of course he directed me to the presbyran--a little conveince store where i could buy stamps--and pedaled away on his mail bicycle (see previous post for pic). anyhow, i put my faith in the yellow and blue posthorn and yesterday guess who got their postcards? yup, grandma and grandpa--one with 12 sek worth of stamps and one with no postage at all. grandpa was convinced that it was owen's carefully written message that made it through the stamp police. it just goes to show you that stamp fairies do exist! they do! they do!

oh, and today we hit the mail lottery--two care packages from our best friends and pictures from grandma and grandpa and stickers from missy! xoxoxo