For whatever reason, I have always loved getting mail. Even growing up, I would anxiously wait for Charlie the mailman to deliver letters, magazines, and especially the stuff I ordered on an actual order form from Sears and Roebuck  or Montgomery Ward. People wrote letters back then, as there was no social media, no email or any quick way to send a message. Although I rarely receive a letter or invitation in the mail these days, my mail obsession continues. On our street the mail jeep drives down the opposite side of the road first, then circles back to my side. As soon as I hear the thwack of my mailbox closing I’m out the door like a shot, as though my mail might ignite if I leave it there for 10 minutes. Such was the scenario on the day of Alex and Abbeys wedding. It was a beautiful Saturday in May, and we were preparing to leave for a late afternoon wedding. I had been so careful in my preparation for the wedding. My dress was encased in plastic until early afternoon, lest I spill something or otherwise mutilate it. I had a friend help me with my hair and makeup, and wore my best jewelry and actual panty hose. All of this is so NOT me. My downfall was the shoes. Clutz that I was, I didn’t own shoes with even a tiny heel, so I borrowed some from my sister.  There I was, all dolled up, with my heels on, when I heard the thwack of the mailbox. Out the door I went, wobbling down the driveway in those shoes, when the unthinkable happened. My heel turned, and next thing I knew I was going down like a felled tree. Even as I was falling, my mind was screaming “save the dress!” I braced for impact, both wrists out to break the fall. Luckily I landed on the edge of the drive where there was some dry grass, and not all pavement. After a few tears, I got up, dusted myself off, and checked for damage. Except for a tiny almost unnoticeable smudge, the dress was intact. Not even a run in the panty hose. Good thing, as I only had the one pair. Off we went to the wedding – Steve looking dapper, me with one sprained wrist, and the other all scrapes. He just looked at me and shook his head. “You just HAD to get the mail” It was a wonderful wedding!