I must have donated to one and they sent my information to everyone.
So every couple of months, like magic, I would get free mailing address labels.
It was great.
I loved them.
When I got engaged, I could not wait to get ones with my married last name.
To see my new name all printed out with a Christmas tree next to it.
To be able to peel them off and send them in the mail.
To make paying bills a little more fun.
I was excited.
So once I changed my name, I threw the old ones out.
I did not need those anymore.
They had my old name.
But I had a new name.
I patiently awaited my new charity address labels.
And then, Roger died.
And the labels never came.
I figured they forgot about me. I figured I would never see those labels.
Another reminder of life's little pleasures ripped away from me.
And then last week I got a surprise in the mail.
I do not know which charity sent them and I probably should have donated some money to keep them coming but, but I got my mailing labels.
With my current name.
With Roger's last name.
They brought a smile to my face.
Finally my labels.
Finally I could proudly address my envelopes.
Silly simple pleasures.
But oh do they feel nice.