My Little Sunshine

I consider myself to be lucky in that I have just bit more sunshine in my day than my co-workers. You see, I have the greatest mail man in the world...and as I'm the receptionist, I revel in selfishly hogging his sunshine all to myself at the front desk.


He's like Santa Clause.


Honestly, he kinda looks like Santa. He's an older gentleman, a little round 'round the middle, and a beard as white as snow. And his eyes!! Oh, his eyes! They make me feel like when I was a little girl and grandpa would laugh as I searched every coat pocket for the piece of candy he must have surely brought for me...little did I know that his eyes were laughing because it was his little secret that the candy was really in his hand. To say the least...they twinkle.


He always wears shorts...December or August shorts are the attire. And he wears the funniest glasses. I swear my teacher had some just like it in the fifth grade. She'd pull them out when it was story time, and they were small little frames with brightly multi-colored rims. Delightful.


I don't know his name, and he does not know mine. I doubt we'll ever be formally introduced. To me, he'll always be my mailman. At Christmas, I will give him a card addressed to "my favorite mailman." (Yes, he is so endearing that I want to give him a Christmas card) He has a boisterous voice that's just a little gruff. We exchange pleasantries such as "Good morning," or my personal favorite, "Happy Friday!" Once in a while he'll compliment my sweater, saying it reminds him of the color of cranberries. Charming. I always thank him for his service, and I sincerely mean it when I say, "Have a good day."


As we all know, I am not a morning person. I've had quite the love affair with my bed for some time now, and I can be a little cranky when we must part ways. I don't really remember much until about 10:00 am, as that's when the fog clears and I'm fully awake and functional...luckily that's about the time my beloved mailman comes.


It's nice to wake up to sunshine.