Our Trusty Postman

We have an excellent postman. We'll call him "Rob" in this post. Every day Monday through Saturday he'd deliver our mail. Many days he'd forgo the street side mail box and bring our letters and junk to the door. Sometimes he even did that on rainy days. Not necessarily the best idea since we don't have anything covering over our front door and all our mail was drenched -- it's the thought that counts and we appreciate it.

Even when Baby O was born, we'd get little notes from him with congratulations and the such. So, when I say Rob was a good postman that is an understatement -- he's exceptional!

Over the past few weeks we've noticed that our mail has been in the mailbox -- interesting concept. Nothing wrong there, we just know that Rob would never do that. At first we expected that he's gone on a vacation or something. He was known to go on pretty extravagant vacations. A year ago, he spent a week in Vegas then another week in The Caribbean - back to back.

Now we're concerned though because many weeks have passed and no signs of Rob. We are still in a little denial, but are breaking on past and facing reality that he may have moved on to other things or places. We're trying to make friends with the new postwoman. We sent Baby O to give her a bottle of water today as a sign of our appreciation.